Chapter 1
Marie felt ridiculous in her maid outfit. It was far too tight on her hips, ending just past mid thigh. Yet the top was far too generous for her modest chest. She paced through the ornate vaulted halls of the palace, cursing under her breath. When they told her to meet the princess in the grand ballroom, she assumed it wouldn't be hard to find. She was pretty sure the other maids didn't actually like her. As she found out, there were several "grand" looking ballrooms. She had poked her head into at least half a dozen by now. Each could probably fit her own house six times over with room to spare. Gold lined almost every detail of every room and hall like shining drops of the sun. Until recently, she had only ever seen a few gold coins in her life, but had always dreamed of seeing more. That was one reason she left her family farm at 18 to see what the world truly had to offer. She knew there was more to life than farming. There was another reason, of course. Marie wanted to see a fat girl. She had only ever dreamed of them, but she knew they were out there, and the royal palace was a good place to start.
She came to a set of giant golden doors and brushed her dark brown hair out of her face. "Gods, I hope it's this one."
Firmly planting her strong legs on the ornate tile floor, she managed to shove one side open. Inside was a beautiful tall blond girl spinning around on the floral floor patterns of the ballroom. The girl was barefoot and wore a thin white dress that flowed around knees and hugged her soft curves. Her hair shimmered as golden as the room spinning around her.
The girl was like nothing Marie had ever seen. They were both around the same age, but the ethereal goddess was far more developed than herself. Her ample bust, something Marie sorely lacked, glistened with beads of sweat. When she spun just the right way, Marie could make out the slightest hint of a soft tummy under her dress. The princes must have noticed her after a few rotations, and their eyes met. Marie found herself getting lost in the girl's sharp blue eyes, but shook it off, brushing away the hair covering her own brown eyes. She had never seen someone so full bodied, but it was a welcomed sight.
"Hi there! You must be the new maid!" The princess quickly strutted over, letting her wide hips sway her dress. Approaching the door, it became increasingly apparent to Marie just how tall the beautiful girl was. Perhaps she was just really short, Marie thought. That was certainly a possibility, given her poor diet. She was at least a full head taller, no, definitely a little more, her ample bust hung perfectly at Marie's eye level only a few inches away from her face, she watched the sweat bead and roll down the curves of pale cleavage in front of her. "I'm Princess Charlotte." She smiled.
"H-Hi your majesty," Marie gave a short curtsy, almost bumping her head on Charlotte's chest. "Um- I'm Marie, I was told to meet you here…"
"And here you are! Come on!" She grabbed Marie by the hand and dragged her into the center of the room, humming some strange song. "Tell me Marie, do you dance?" She said, skipping as she pulled her along.
Marie stumbled a couple times, still not used to the new shoes. "I-I don't-!"
"Ha ha that's ok! It's more about having fun anyway!" Charlotte spun around, putting a hand on Marie's thin waist. Together, they swayed back and forth.
Charlotte looked down into Marie's soft brown eyes and smiled. Marie instinctively looked down, but Charlotte caught her chin and raised it. "So what's your name?"
"M-Marie" Marie said. She pulled away from Charlotte's hand to look at mirrors on the wall behind them. She had never seen one so big before.
"That's a lovely name! You can just call me Char by the way."
"O-ok your majesty." Marie fumbled through her words.
Charlotte giggled warmly. "We'll work on that. Did you get lost on your way here? I was getting worried!"
"Yes, they said it was the grand ballroom but-."
The Princess grimaced and shook her head. "I'm sorry, that's not very nice of them. They didn't even give you a tour?"
"N-no." Mare looked around, embarrassed.
"Hey, hey, it's not your fault, it's ok." Charlotte looked down with a half smile. "Well, would you like to? Come on!" The princess yanked Marie back to the doors. "Oh, this will be fun!" she said, charging on with Marie in tow.
***
Set on top of a cliff side, the palace boasted impressive views at all angles. Some rooms looked over the vast countryside to the south, while others looked across the ocean to the north. The size of the palace itself was like a small city in its own right, sprawling out from the collection of towers at the core.
What surprised Marie most wasn't the expanse of the palace. She had always seen the giant looming towers in the distance her entire life. However, the size of many of the halls were two or three ox lengths wide and some ceilings as high up as an old fir tree. It made her feel small, like a mouse in the home of a giant. The halls had started out at a reasonable size on the fringes of the palace, but got bigger as they worked their way deeper into the complex.
By the time they reached the throne room, the doors were each as wide as her old family cottage. Inside were two thrones, one laced in gold and rubies. It was reasonably sized and looked like she could fit comfortably. The other, just right of center, leafed in silver and sapphires must have been twice, no, three times as wide as the first. Just how big was the queen? Marie thought.
She looked to the princess for a read, but Charlotte just gazed up at them briefly and turned away, her eyes watery. "Let's check out someplace more fun." she said.
As they made their way away from the center of the palace, the smells of sugar filled her nose. Her stomach ached. She hadn't eaten in awhile, but they had promised her a meal by the end of the day.
"The kitchen is my favorite room by far, but father warned me not to go there much." Charlotte said, skipping backwards.
"Where is the King- er- your father?" Marie asked, trying to keep up. She cursed. Her short skirt was tight and made running difficult.
"Oh, he's visiting mama across the sea. I haven't seen her since I was a little girl." Charlotte spun around to walk alongside the struggling Marie.
"I'm sorry. Do you miss her?"
"Yeah, but it's ok, father says she can't come back" For the first time today Marie saw the princess' smile disappear.
"What do you like to do for fun?" Marie tried to change the topic and Charlotte's smile returned.
"Explore the palace and find people to talk to! I don't have a lot of friends and most of the maids are much older than us." That didn't surprise Marie in the slightest. From her brief introduction of the staff this morning, she was the youngest by probably 25 years.
"Father pays well, and the work isn't too hard, so I guess they stick around as long as they can. You're the first new maid we've had in a long time," Charlotte said, trying to look happier. "But there's lots to explore! Come on! The kitchen is right through here!"
She pointed to a set of double doors that seemed rather plain in comparison to others they had just seen. The sounds of clinking metal, shouting, and chopping filled her ears as they approached. Charlotte gave one a solid thwack with her hip. It seemed to be her preferred way of opening doors. Inside was a near an endless line of shiny steel work tables down the middle and gas stoves along the walls.
"This… this is amazing." Marie whispered, frozen in place at the sight. A small army of chefs in white skittered around from the tables to the stoves with all sorts of soups and sauces. She breathed it all in, smells she had never smelled before, spices from far-away lands, roasts from cuts of meat she had never tasted. It was far beyond anything she could have imagined. Marie was amazed, but for some reason, it irked her the wrong way.
Charlotte was almost glowing with excitement. "Just wait till we get to the bakery!"
They entered the kitchen and weaved through the gauntlet of cooks. The smell of sweets was becoming more and more dominant as they made their way to the doors at the back of the room. Charlotte gave the next set of doors a slam with her rear.
Marie looked out on dozens, no, hundreds, of highly ornate cakes on carts in various phases of construction, many being rolled out a door on the far side.
"Those are going to the throne and staterooms." Charlotte explained, gesturing to the taller cakes. "They're just for decoration, unfortunately, and we almost never have guests anymore." Her expression saddened.
Marie almost stumbled back, "You don't-" Her stomach growled, just as confused. "You don't eat them?" She had only had small cakes a handful of times in her entire life, yet this girl had hundreds around her on any given day!
"No," Charlotte frowned. "It's honestly such a shame." a sly grin creeped across her face. "but luckily they don't really keep good track of them. If you want; we could try a couple. What's you like? Chocolate? Lemon? Vanilla?"
That made Marie like Charlotte a little more. Her eyes scanned over Charlotte's curvy hourglass figure. "That is a shame." The princess was more filled out than any woman she had ever seen, but with so many sweets available, she should have been enormous. However, Marie's own stomach was eager too. "I-I've never had any of those. What are they?" Marie scratched the back of her head.
"Wait" Charlotte looked horrified. "You've never had chocolate? Not even once?"
Marie wasn't sure what to say. She felt like Charlotte should know better but she had to remind herself that this girl had probably never left the palace in her life. "No… should I have? I grew up on a small farm. We didn't have much...."
Charlotte breathed a heavy sigh and quickly identified a middle-aged man putting the final touches on a chocolate cake. "This girl has never had chocolate!!" Charlotte puffed out her chest and pointed to Marie, who was hiding behind her hair after the sudden outburst.
The baker looked confused and a little shocked, but nodded, rolling it closer. As soon as the cake was within reach, Charlotte cut out a slice and swiftly shoved it in Marie's face.
Marie's eyes rolled back as the frosting hit her tongue. It was amazing. Like nothing she had ever tasted before, the sweetness, the richness, the earthy fruitiness, the roasted flavors. It was difficult for her to even comprehend fully, but she knew it was good, and she needed more.
The next slice was already in her mouth before she had really finished the first but she didn't mind. This time she didn't savor the taste as much and just tried to get it down as fast as possible, knowing more was coming fast. It was still just as good as the first time but she needed more to be sure.
She couldn't imagine what she must have looked like just standing there being force fed slice after slice of chocolate cake. Her adrenaline surged, she didn't care at the moment, the threshold of embarrassment had been crossed and the only person she knew here was the one gleefully feeding her. It was utterly euphoric. And oh Gods, the food was sooo good! She honestly could have just stood there all day being fed. Through her half-closed eyes, Marie noticed Charlotte had a decent amount of chocolate on her face too. She figured the princess must have been sneaking a few bites herself. What a cute fatty! She thought, smiling at Charlotte through the frosting.
"So, what do you think?" The words broke Marie out of her trance. She just stood there in utter bliss, taking in the sight of the bakery.
Charlottes poked her soft pale cheek with her finger. "There's a lot more than dark chocolate out there!"
Marie's breath was shallow and for some reason she felt incredibly turned on. "W-well *Huff* I would like to try some… lemon, was it?"
Charlotte looked at her with the same horrified expression as before. Marie was enjoying seeing her wide blue eyes somehow get even wider. I wonder how many times we'll do this today? She thought. If the princes knew exactly what her diet was like until now, they might be stuck doing this for a while. Not that she had a problem with that; This was far better than digging for potatoes or whatever she was supposed to be doing now.
"Is there a lemon cake around?!" Charlotte moved through a crowd well given the chaos and her size. Marie smiled while she watched this tall, curvy girl scurry around the flour covered tables while Marie snagged a chair from behind a giant industrial mixer. Watching everyone move around was impressive. Bakers finished one stage of a cake on silver carts and passed the whole system onto the next in an enormous assembly line of confections.
Charlotte strutted over, licking her fingers, whipping up some frosting that had fallen on her cleavage. Her eyes fixed on Marie, she was followed closely by a baker carrying a beautiful yellow cake with preserved lemon slices on top. A small chunk was already missing it seemed.
"Open wide!" Charlotte said. Marie raised her head like a baby bird and let the princes stuff her with more incredible flavors. The sourness was unique, like how she imagined the sun would taste. Sweet and light and so much sugar! It was amazing in its own way, but she couldn't tell if she preferred this or the chocolate thing.
She needed more to be sure. Her stupid maid uniform was already feeling tight around her middle, but she knew she had so much more room left herself.
Charlotte continued to feed her by hand, taking every other slice for her. "Poor thing. You're still hungry aren't you?"
Marie barely heard her but nodded sheepishly.
Just as she was slowing down the feeding, Marie muttered through the frosting. "What- *Mmph* is vanilla?"
Marie had just eaten more sugar and cream than she ever had in her entire life and she wasn't about to let it stop now. Charlotte looked surprised again, but this time she just turned and called out. "Find me something vanilla!!"
Moments later, a cake as white as Charlotte's dress rolled up. The princess took the first slice and took it for herself, letting Marie eagerly wait her turn.
Chimes rang out in the distance causing Charlotte to hastily finish her food.
"Tea time!" Charlotte cheered, completely forgetting why she brought the cake over in the first place.
"What?" Marie looked up feeling dazed. "What about the-"
"No time! Come on!"
Charlotte helped her up, Marie held her slightly distended belly and eyed the cake as they left. "Next time." She whispered.
The two hurried out of the bakery as quickly as Marie could move. Only stopping a few times for Marie to catch her breath. What on earth was so important as to leave such a perfect place?
They burst into one of the many reading rooms Charlotte had visited earlier. A little table was set near a giant window overlooking the ocean on the far end of the library. An assortment of small pastries sat waiting for the princess on a porcelain dish, along with a pot of steaming tea.
Marie waddled in supporting her aching tummy, excited at the prospect of new things to try, even if she missed out on that cake. Sitting down, she could look over the cliff the palace was built on and watch the waves as they bashed against the rocks below. How high were they? No matter. There were pastries to eat, and in spite of her full stomach, she was still plenty hungry.
"I still can't believe you've never had chocolate before!" Charlotte said, reaching for a scone. Marie hesitated and waited for approval, but the princess's attention was elsewhere, so she followed the princess's lead and grabbed a few for herself. Marie's stomach protested as she shoved more sweets in, but the taste compelled her. It was all so good. How could she stop?
"Y-es, there's a lot I haven't tried..." Marie muttered, face full of crumbs.
"Well! I'm so glad you're here now! We are going to have so much fun!" Charlotte smiled, taking a sip of tea.
"What about the whole maid thing? I thought I'd be working or something."
"Yeah, yeah." The princess nodded. "But don't think of it like work too much! You'll just be delivering my meals, helping me dress, and other little housekeeping things. But we can still have fun!"
"Do I start tomorrow, then? For real?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Today I just wanted to make sure you were a good fit and guess what? You are!" Charlotte went back to her scones.
"Well… I'm glad it worked out." Marie peered out at the sea below. Endless water stretched before her like endless fields of wheat rippling in the wind. She couldn't believe her luck. Sure Charlotte wasn't the big fat girl she had imagined, but there was always room for growth.
Chapter 2
Marie's stomach still felt full from yesterday. That was a new feeling.
After she had finished talking with the princess for a bit, she went back to her new quarters to unpack and get settled. On her way was the kitchen, she couldn't help but stop by and steal a few things while she was there. Even with her belly already full from the cake and the scones, she found room for a few extras.
The smell of her modest dinner, a simple stew and bread, was more than enough to inspire her to fit just a little more into her overstuffed tummy. Finally, after licking the bowl clean, laid down with a smile, clutched her belly, and drifted off to sleep. That night, she slept better than she ever had in her life.
Feeling full and well rested, Marie grabbed the princesses breakfast and hurried to see her new friend. The golden halls looked different this morning. Yesterday they had been obnoxious, but now they reminded her of Charlotte. Her uniform didn't even seem that embarrassing anymore.
Charlotte murmured under the covers while Marie happily waltzed into the room and threw open the curtains. Light poured in from the large window opposite the giant regal red bed, itself as large as Marie's new room. The walls and ceiling were covered in ornate depictions of the sea and horses in alabaster with accents of shimmering pearl.
"Good morning!" Marie called from across the room, still taking in her glittery surroundings.
"Five more minutes please," The princess grogged from her blanket cocoon. Marie wheeled the cart over to the royal nest.
"Hm? You don't want breakfast?" She teased. The pile shook and flopped onto the floor, limbs flailing.
"Ow!" The pile cried and a blond head appeared. The rest of the sheets were dashed to the ground, revealing much more of the princess than yesterday. Charlotte wore a thin robe over one shoulder that looked a little small for someone as full figured as her. She rubbed her eyes and tried to pull the garment closed over her own alabaster figure with no succus. Though she wasn't trying very hard. She was at least wearing a white bra and panties but Marie had to turn away from the half naked body of the sleepy princess. She felt her face flush red and hoped the princess was still too tired to notice.
Charlotte wiped the sleep from her eyes and bounded over to Marie and snagged a piece of jelly toast from the cart. Now Marie was face to face, er, face to chest with the curvy girl while crumbs fell from above.
"Gods, I'm happy to see you again!" The blond girl smiled. "How was your night? Did they give you a good room? They always look so small."
Marie took a deep breath. She still couldn't believe this was all real. "Yeah, it's nice, not as nice as this one though." She smiled, trying to be a little sarcastic.
Charlotte grinned and grabbed another piece of toast, brushing some crumbs off her chest. "Well, not everyone can live as large as me haha."
Marie giggled along, hoping her blush still wasn't too obvious now. "Haha yeah… you are kinda large-" she slapped a hand over her mouth so fast she almost broke her nose. "I'm sorry." She said muffled by her hand. "I-I didn't mean-"
Charlotte's giggle erupted in a laugh that filled the room. "Oh my! Haha." She slapped her soft belly and Marie watched as it jiggled slightly. "You think this is large? Hm?" She embraced Marie and pulled her against her body causing her to almost disappear under the blond girl's chest. The soft tummy felt so warm and comforting against her and the top of her head felt like it was sandwiched by the softest pillows this side of the kingdom. Charlotte's breath and voice resonated from her chest. "My mom was so big I could get lost in her back folds as a child, I am so far from that, I find it so cute you would think I am large."
"Well…" Marie retorted, somewhat muffled from her location. "You are bigger than me…"
She could feel Charlotte's enormous grin somehow though her. "Oh but I could be so much bigger." Maire felt her heart stop and suddenly found herself thrown out from under her comfortable place. She squinted her eyes as they adjusted to the light. "But some people don't want that! So I'll stay skinny little me!" She winked. "For now."
Marie didn't know what to do or say, this already felt way too intense for her but it was everything she had dreamed of. Things were going too well. "Would- uh- would you want to get as large as your m-mother?" Marie couldn't believe she was asking that.
"I might, but again, that's kinda out of my control." Charlotte gave a half smile.
"That sounds… frustrating."
"It's ok. I'm a princess, it's part of the job."
An awkward silence hung over them until Charlotte spoke up.
"Hey let's do something more fun." She gave Marie's ribs a poke. "You ready for another fulfilling day?"
Marie nodded, still feeling extremely awkward.
"Good! Let me finish breakfast and we can head to the kitchen! Bring the cart over to the bed, it's more comfortable." Marie did as she was told and sat patiently near the princesses long pale legs, watching her friend eat.
It was astounding: the quality and amount of food Charlotte would consume. A small stack of pancakes, bacon and sausage, eggs and tomatoes; all downed like it was nothing, And yet she was still just curvy. What a cruel dichotomy.
"What did they give you for breakfast?" Charlotte asked, swirling her finger across her empty plate.
"O-oats" Marie took the dishes from Charlotte, licking some of the syrup off herself.
"*tisk* Oats; isn't that for horses?" Charlotte shook her head. "Come on. Let's get some real food."
***
Marie was still blushing as they walked down to the kitchen. Charlotte was apparently completely comfortable with walking around in various states of undress around the palace. She was the Princess after all.
When they got to the kitchen, Charlotte opened the enormous doors with a kick and her face went cold.
A thin middle aged woman in a chef's outfit leaned against a table and glared straight at Charlotte. "Beat it princess, you know what your father said." She scowled through her long black hair..
Marie weaseled her way around Charlotte and stopped the door from smacking the frozen Princess on the rebound.
"M-Mis Moreau! I-I thought you were on vacation!" Charlotte stammered.
"I was." She blew a few strands of her hair off her face, refusing to break eye contact with the pudgy girl. "You know just as well as me you're not supposed to be here. If your father knew you were sneaking into the kitchen, I could lose my position."
Charlotte bit her lip, and her gaze fell to her feet. "I-I'm sorry Mis Moreau. I'll be going now." Charlotte curtsied and scurried down the hall.
"She's even worse than her mother." Moreau scoffed. "If we're not careful, she'd eat everything in her and then some." She gave Marie a glare. "What do you want, farm girl?" Marie froze in place but thought quickly.
"Uh, extra food?" She asked as meekly as she could.
Miss Moreau's anger started to wash away as she sighed and turned looking over her shoulder at Marie. "Take whatever you want. You look like you're about to starve to death. Just do it quickly before I change my mind." The older woman headed to the bakery at the end of the kitchen leaving Marie alone.
"Th-thank you, Miss." Marie thought about adding a lisp, but that would have been too much. She was probably out of earshot, anyway.
She dumped the dishes quickly and thought for a second alone in the kitchen, still a little unnerved.
Her mind immediately went to Charlotte. That poor girl was probably all alone in need of a friend and food. Charlotte was exactly the kind of fat girl she had always dreamed of. There was no question in her mind about that. After seeing how happy she was yesterday that was clear. She was just trapped by stupid arbitrary rules, unable to achieve her true potential. Marie had to do something. She had the power to.
Charlotte needed her. This girl who had been so nice to her from the beginning deserved to be as happy as possible. besides, she came here to see a real fat girl and by the Gods she was going to.
Marie slid an unattended chocolate cake onto her cart and quietly wheeled her way back to the princess.
"Charlotte? Char? Are you there?" Marie called to a pile of blankets on the bed.
The murmur came and then a hard flop. She hit the floor again.
"I'm up, I'm up. Is it lunch already?" She said, slowly standing up and rubbing some tears from her eyes.
She blinked twice then blinked again. "You- You didn't…" Her face almost glowed with anticipation. She was still in her thin robe but now it was even more open than before, revealing more of her breasts bound snugly in an ornate white lace bra.
Marie wheeled it right next to Charlotte who stood there dumbfounded at the sight of Marie's haul. "You can sit down, my princess." Marie said, trying her best to not get distracted.
Charlotte obeyed, flicking her flowy robe behind her. As she sat, Marie watched the girl's panties mostly disappear in the small folds of fat around her hips. Her brain seemed to leave her body for a moment as she comprehended it. That would never happen to her, not with how skinny she was. It was truly beautiful to watch. She regained her composure and cut a slice of the glorious chocolate monstrosity. "This is for you." she winked.
Charlotte's hands were almost shaking as they rested atop her pale thighs, her eyes fixed on the cake. "I-I want you to have it."
That caught Marie off guard. She gulped. It did look amazing… but… no. She couldn't. She didn't deserve it. But this girl. She was so beautiful…
Marie made her choice. This was for Charlotte. Her fat Princess. "It's for you first." She said this time a little more firmly. "As a thanks for yesterday." Marie held up a slice just inches from Charlotte's face, waiting for the inevitable.
The princess brushed the hair out of her face and glanced up at Marie. "You should know Marie, you're doing something very dangerous right now." Her breathing seemed to be getting heavier. The big girl's chest rose and fell sharply. She bit her lip, her eyes fixed on the cake in the small girl's hand.
Marie hesitated, but pressed on. "I-I don't really care, you're my friend. I want you to be happy. No matter what." Marie said while her outstretched arm started to twitch.
"Well one little cake couldn't hurt…"
One little… cake? This thing is huge! Marie thought. Oh nevermind…
The princess pounced, taking bite after bite until the whole slice was gone in a matter of seconds and licking the chocolate frosting off of Marie's hand.
"I-I, want another one… please." Charlotte begged, licking her lips.
Marie quickly prepped another as she felt her adrenaline rush. Charlotte's big eyelashes fluttered as she awaited more.
The next came shortly and Charlotte moaned through the frosting as she savored the experience. "Uh, so good… no wonder Mom was so big… More..."
Charlotte's smile grew as Marie continued to feed her and Marie continued to feed her as she saw the princesses smile grow.
Marie had intended to have a bite or two of the cake for herself, but she quickly became captivated by this beautiful spoiled girl eating out of the palm of her hand. She couldn't help but imagine how big Charlotte could be if she was free to eat like this every day. All those big curves enhanced to the fullest. Plus a big wobbly belly to boot!
"M-More!" Charlotte's voice was getting more breathy by the slice.
While she exuded confidence, Marie was incredibly nervous. She didn't want to hurt her beautiful princess and she didn't know what the girl's limits were, so she decided to play it safe and wait after every slice for Charlotte to request more. However, Marie was starting to get concerned as they neared the end, Charlotte wasn't slowing down, even as her belly started to distend into her lap as it filled with cake. She never stopped asking for more. Marie guessed the whole cake was probably bigger than her if she really scrunched up into a ball, yet this girl had eaten almost the entire thing.
As her belly swelled, Charlotte leaned back further and further until one slice and Marie's hand pushed her all the way down to her bed.
By the end, Charlotte was lying sprawled out on her back while Marie fed her the last slice of a cake that could have probably fed a dozen or so people for a week. Her bare tummy bulged up through her loose clothes, rising and falling with each heavy breath.
Marie whipped the sweat from her forehead and admired her handy work. Feeding this girl was a bit more exhausting than she had anticipated but she knew it would be worth the results by the end. This kind of gluttony was only something Marie had heard stories from well meaning warnings. The amount of butter alone used to make a cake of that size was probably more than the average peasant consumed in a month. Not to mention the sugar. Thousands upon thousands of calories, all inside this one girl. It was so hot.
"H-hey… Marie..?" Charlotte huffed, her hands caressing her tummy jutting up like a mountain. "C-can we do this again tomorrow?"
Chapter 3
With not much else to do, Charlotte and Marie spent most of the time they weren't enjoying food exploring the palace. There was still so much to see. Charlotte had almost memorized every detail of the over the top architecture of the palace. Every stained glass window told a story she knew or Charlotte had just made one up. Now she could finally share them with someone who would listen, and listen Marie did. Some days, Charlotte would go on for hours in a single ballroom, pointing out the intricacies in the paintings above their heads. Curvy women, knights, Gods of old, princes and princesses danced from work to work, sometimes through the architecture itself. It wasn't uncommon to see a small parade of gold encrusted characters marching along the trim of equally creative windows or canvas.
"I call her Valencia, she's sitting beneath the oak tree watching the satyrs and fairies dance as they bring her more wine and mead. I think she's a commoner who's become queen of the fae."
Marie careened her neck up to see all of the enormous painting stretched above her. "She's so… curvy!"
"Yeah." Charlotte giggled. "Most of the women up there are! It's a sign of beauty, wealth, and power. Or, I'm told it used to be… Look! That woman's got a cute belly!" The princess pointed to another painting with a very plump looking lady mostly nude except for a thin cloth draping off of her. She was almost glowing. Her belly sat delicately on her lap and her breasts hung soft and round. Dimples marked her thighs and hips with a nice set of love handles above.
A feeling of warmth engulfed Marie. The softness of their curves plus the beauty and grace of these women seemed so fantastical, noble, almost unattainable. She looked over at the girl standing next to her, still absorbed in the paintings above. Charlotte's belly looked just a bit softer than it was a few days ago. Marie smiled. It was like one of the paintings had come to life and was showing off her equally beautiful friends. Sure, a body like those above might be unattainable for her, but Charlotte was right here in the flesh and she was well on her way. She just needed to be properly spoiled.
Marie piped up, not wanting to disturb Charlotte's peace. "Um- do you want a belly like hers? It is really cute."
Charlotte glanced down and gave her a smirk. "I wouldn't mind it," She patted her small tummy, still probably full from lunch. "but father is worried I'd blow up like mother. We both have quite the appetite apparently." She laughed.
"Well you're highness, you don't have to go that far! Just… a little bit." Marie pressed. Testing her luck.
"If you keep bringing me treats I'll consider it." The princess winked.
They moved on to the hall of mirrors, intricate gold cherubs were carved around them, and Charlotte had a name for each. Klaus was her favorite, hiding in the far leftmost corner holding a crossbow. He didn't look any different from the others, but Charlotte had a story Marie could only half remember, though she tried.
The silver mirrors were dazzling. Truly magnificent works in themselves, they were incredibly clear and reflective in a way Marie had never thought possible. A calm pond or polished metal was usually her best option growing up, but these things seemed almost otherworldly. Upon sending her own reflection she almost jumped, thinking someone else was following them. It didn't help that only a few days in the palace had already started to change her. Her face seemed fuller somehow, or at least not as angular as she remembered. Could she really be putting on a little weight of her own? She figured it was probably just the light, even if it was just a pound or two, it seemed a bit early to judge.
Her toned legs also looked a little softer than before, but that was probably just from not carrying large pails of water for awhile. Her hips, well, they were always wider than most so no change there. She fiddled with her skirt where it came up to her belly button. It still didn't really fit right, but she hoped she could talk to someone about that eventually, but it wasn't a big concern.
Charlotte spun for a bit and Marie watched the hundreds of Charlottes in the mirror spin with her. "When I'm here, it's like I'm never alone!" She said smiling.
Marie just nodded back. She was really feeling sorry for this poor girl, even with her unbelievable wealth she was just as lonely and isolated as Marie had felt for so long.
Things were going well and Marie felt confident with her freedom to take whatever she believed Charlotte needed. Whatever dangers the princess spoke of were worth facing if she could keep doing this with her friend. And see a real fat girl in the process. It wasn't just her secret desire of course, Charlotte was all in on eating whatever she wanted. As long as Marie brought it, Charlotte would eat it. The princess was also just happy to have someone around and would push herself and her stomach as far as possible just so Marie could be with her into the early hours of the morning.
Marie had fun testing the limits of the Princesses' belly, knowing exactly what the results would be. Charlotte, meanwhile, had fun being spoiled by her new friend. There was something that burned in her like a fire that could never be satisfied, and Marie helped to fuel it day after day. Plus, she was happy and having fun for the first time in a long while. It was becoming a bit of a cycle, food made her happy and being happy made her hungry, which made her want more food.
It was getting close to dinner, so Charlotte had retired to her room while Marie loaded the cakes and pastries and pushed her cart along the endless prep tables towards the doors. She glanced around as chefs focused on their work, ignoring her completely. It was somehow nice to be another cog in this enormous machine doing her job without anyone really telling her what to do. It didn't even feel like work anyway. Her thoughts stopped the moment a stern voice jumped in front of her.
"Wow, someone is hungry!" The voice scoffed, Marie looked ahead, digging her heels into the tile floor.
"O-oh hi there Miss Moreau!" She tried to say in a cheery tone.
The tall lady didn't look amused at the attempt and just smirked. "When I said you could take whatever you need I didn't imagine you would need this much." Miss Moreau said, crossing her arms. "Is there something you're hiding from me?"
Marie tried to play up her meekness and duck behind the cart but it wasn't easy with the sheer amount of opulence in front of her. The starving farm girl persona was on its way out the window.
"I-I just got hungry. That's all."
"Really?" Her smirk faded. "This is all yours? Not anyone else's?" She shook her head. "There's only one person in this place who could even come close to eating that much and that's the princess. I don't believe you. Put it back."
Marie was getting tired of the act and it clearly wasn't going to work here. She stood up straight and puffed out her chest. Or what little she had. "No. It's for me, and I'm going to eat it all for tonight. Now if you excuse me, I've got to go." She gripped her cart and tried to push it around Moreau.
Moreau sidestepped to block her path. "Look, farm girl, I'm not dumb. That's not even possible. You're like what, 90 pounds? This is almost your body weight in butter alone! This doesn't leave unless you eat it here!"
Marie gulped. That wasn't part of the plan. She probably could just put them back and be on her way, but she would end up here again if she wasn't careful. Plus, that would mean Moreau won, but if she could prove it was possible the Chef would probably never question her again. Besides, this was a matter of principle and pride.
She glanced at the red velvet and chocolate cake in front of her. The earthy sweet richness beckoned. Her stomach growled, she hadn't eaten dinner herself, so her own hunger called to her. She had come this far, she wasn't going to let some silly pastries inconvenience her.
"Ok then. Grab me a chair and I'll start eating." Marie said, stomping her foot.
The older lady glanced at her confused. "Excuse me? You can't be serious."
"I-I can and I will, I eat like this all the time!" Marie shoved one of the cream puffs, nearly the size of her head, into her mouth. Again, the flavor was outstanding. Crispy, creamy, fluffy. Oh it was all soo good.
Moreau stepped back, a little shocked. "D-Don't do this to yourself girl. It's not worth it.."
"Who do you mean?" Marie winked and took another bite. "I'm just a starving farm girl."
Moreau sneered. "You'll have to stop eventually. There's no way you can keep this up." Moreau grabbed a chair from under one of the prep tables and placed it behind Marie and she took a seat. Marie smiled at the flustered woman through her cream covered lips, taking in the taste and the moment. Marie grabbed a knife and cut a thick slice of chocolate cake. Carefully, she licked the frosting before taking a big bite, her eyes glancing to Moreau to make sure she was watching. Her embarrassment flared, she had never done something like this before and something told her to stop, but it was too late. She was going to make Moreau eat her words, and that was more than enough to keep her going.
Moreau watched in horror and amazement as the skinny girl nearly inhaled the first slice of cake in a matter of seconds with Marie happily cutting a second piece. As the feast went on Moreau kept up hope the new girl would just throw in the towel. There was no reason for her to keep doing this to herself. Not unless she really was telling the truth.. that might have to be it, this girl could just be a freak of nature. Only time could tell. Marie was only half way through her first cake and there was still plenty to go.
Marie was breathing hard. There was a lot of food in her stomach and as hungry as she was before, she was starting to feel full. She reached down and felt her belly, it was a bit distended under her tight uniform but still wasn't that bad.
"By the king's beard. You're going to make yourself sick!"
"I'm fine.. *Huff*"
As she kept eating she started to forget about the chef looming over her. The food was still unbelievably delicious compared to what she knew, and she needed more.
Just a little bit further! She reminded herself as her stomach felt like it was nearing the limit. Come on focus on the taste! It's worth it! Her uniform strained as her belly expanded. She felt it dug into her gut and she had had enough. The skirt was coming off, or at least down. She reached behind her, a task that wasn't easy holding so much food inside, undid the high waisted skirt. She shifted back and forth in her chair, shimmying it down to hip level, just below her belly that now was free to sit on her lap. So round and full she tried to spread her legs to give it just a little extra room.
She eyed the last slice hungrily, but almost every feeling told her to stop. She was so incredibly full she wasn't sure if she could even stand up anymore. But did that really matter? No.
One last slice, here we go! Pain shot through her belly as she reached out and took the first of the last bites. She had come so far there was no stopping now. Another bite, another bit of pain, but she ignored it again. She felt like she was about to explode.
Now it was just the taste, she felt herself getting lost in it and now all she could do was eat. No more words, no more thought, just eat. Her belly strained, red forming around her belly button.
Finally, she leaned back victorious. Licking the last of the chocolate frosting off her fingers. As full as she was, it was still the tastiest thing she had ever experienced.
She rested a hand on top of the shelf her belly formed and taped her finger on the taught flesh. She sighed. One cake down, one to go.
Her legs quivered with every small step, doing their best to support her oversized torso. Marie had to lean heavily on her cart for support, letting her belly hang down almost to her knees. Wobbling back to Charlotte was slow and difficult. Far worse than she had imagined. There were no words that could describe the level of aching and satisfaction she carried. It felt much better than being hungry, that she was sure of, but she was pretty sure she had gone far beyond what she should have. Watching Miss Moreau turn and walk away as Marie squeezed the last of the red velvet cake into her mouth was fun, but the moment the chef left, reality hit her. She really was way, way too full.
Why do I have to be so damn stubborn! She thought as her thigh smacked against the underside of her belly. It felt as taught as a drum and anything coming into contact with it ached. But she had won. Plus she was fuller then she had ever been in her life. That was worth something. N-not this! The logical part of her brain reminded. This was way too far, idiot!
Thankfully, a younger line cook had noticed Marie's predicament and after Moreau had left and helped her out of the chair. He even gave her his black apron that she used to cover her exposed backside and offered to grab anything else she needed. Of course she got the exact same sweets she has started out with, hopefully this would actually make it to the princess.
She heard the sound of royal snoring as she approached Charlotte's room. It was so cute how she had to sleep after a hard day of eating and exploring. But now that Marie was the one stuffed she understood completely. All she wanted to do now was sleep all of this off.
Marie opened the door and smiled seeing the plump figure draped lightly in a sea-foam green sheet. She watched as Charlotte's belly rose and fell with her breath. The extra snacks she had left near her bed were all gone as well. What a good girl…
"C-charlotte!" She called out weakly.
"By the names of the Gods! What happened to you!!" Charlotte yelled, almost pushing Marie over with her voice alone.
"I, uh, got hungry…" She huffed. Marie knew she couldn't just admit what happened without making Charlotte worry so that would have to do. She wobbled further into the room and Charlotte's eyes grew wider, along with the shock on her face.
"A-are you ok? Y-you look more belly then person."
"I-It's fine *Huff* oh Gods. I'm fine…"
"That's good to hear. I totally get it though." She grabbed her little starter belly and gave it a jiggle. "Well come over here and take a seat! I'm soooo hungry." Marie could hear the angry gurgling of the princess' stomach echo through the room. Though that could just have been her. "I was worried something happened! But don't worry, I've totally eaten until I passed out in that kitchen. I was a bad princess growing up."
Marie rolled the cart and its cakes in front of Charlotte and felt the sides of her belly with some pride. "Oh *Urp* something did happen. You know… I don't blame you at all." As big and uncomfortable as she was, it had been some of the tastiest stuff ever.
"Well I'm glad you got some real food for yourself! You're such a go-getter, I really respect that." Charlotte smiled and grabbed the giant cream puff. Marie finally sat down on the side of the bed next to Charlotte. It creaked under her weight but Charlotte dismissed it with a hand wave.
"Don't worry about it, that happens all the time." Charlotte said through the head sized pastry. ."Hmm I forgot how good these were! I should be mad but… Thank you for feeding my bad side." She leaned over and gave Marie a little kiss on her head.
Marie blushed, sinking her chin into her neck. "Your. welcome. How.. *Huff*" Marie leaned back onto her hands giving her belly as much room on her lap as she could while not laying down and let out a huge sigh. "How *Oof* heavy are you?"
The question didn't seem to phase the princess who continued to eat. "Oh *mphf* around 200 or so, I'm pretty tall so it's well distributed."
"Ah, wow. True. *Huff* How heavy was your mom?" Marie wasn't sure if she should have been asking these things so soon but at the moment she really didn't care.
Charlotte laughed through the cream, wiping a dollop off her bust and into her mouth. "HaHa! There was no scale that could hope to measure her for most of the time I knew her, but I'm told she had me before she hit 1000 pounds!"
Marie's eyes grew wide. "I wish I could have seen her…"
Charlotte nodded somewhat solemnly. "I wish you could too.."
"But you said your parents were just across the sea! Couldn't we visit them?" Marie looked up at the princess too quickly, her belly gurgled angrily, too much movement.
Charlotte's attention was on the cakes, but her attention was elsewhere. "We'd be too late. My job is here. With the kingdom."
Marie looked back down at her belly, worried she might have pushed Charlotte too far. "Ah, I'm sorry."
Charlotte moved on to the chocolate cake. "It's *mphf* ok."
The two stayed seated in mostly silence for a while as Marie watched Charlotte methodically ate her way through the chocolate cake. Marie looked at Charlotte in aw as the bigger girl devoured her way through it somewhat effortlessly after the difficulty Marie had with the same thing. More than anything she wanted to poke or feel the princesses cute little pot belly now resting comfortably on her pale thighs. But her own predicament prevented her from even considering moving, much less twisting to the side again.
Upon finishing the first cake, Charlotte pushed the cart away to Marie's surprise. "I-is something wrong Char?" Marie asked.
The princess sighed and rubbed her own belly. It looked so much softer than Marie's. "I Think. That's enough for now… Thank you Marie."
Marie nodded, a little confused. "D-Don't you want more?"
Charlotte hesitated, but the cake was out of her reach now. "I-I do but… I shouldn't."
This left Marie a little stunned, she didn't like seeing Charlotte sad and not eating something but she was in no position to encourage her. With every ounce of strength left she leaned forward and lifted herself off the bed.
Charlotte looked at her in shock. "Marie! What are you doing?"
Marie tried to turn around but her belly wasn't having it. "*Oof* I'm heading to my own bed. *Ow*"
"No you're not walking all the way back like that! Come on!" She patted at the spot next to her on the bed. There's plenty of room for both of us!" She smiled. "And your belly!"
Marie smiled back and waddled back to the bed, careful to sit as gently as possible. Charlotte helped her slowly lay back onto the pillows and once she was down, danced her fingers across the large orb rising into the air.
"Oh you poor thing. A good night's rest will help."
"I *urp* hope so."
Charlotte got out of bed cradling her own belly and blew out the flame of the oil lamp on her nightstand. She slipped back in besides Marie, their bellies now touching lightly. Even as big as Marie felt, she still felt small when cuddled up with Charlotte, it was a comforting thing to be surrounded by so much warmth and softness. It didn't take long for sleep to take her.
Chapter 4
Marie tugged at her skirt, stuck at her hips. As much as she pulled, the garment was refusing to cooperate. She reached back, feeling her rear, her fingers sinking into the softness. Marie worked her hands around to her sides. Her skirt was stuck just below the widest point of her thighs, around the base of her butt. She slid her hands up to her waist, which seemed much thinner by comparison. That was new. Still, there was just enough new fluff on her once strong core to hide her abs. It wasn't a lot, but it was squishy and jiggled ever so slightly when she tried to jump into her skirt.
She had always been a little bottom heavy with her muscular legs and glutes, but something felt different. She almost seemed… curvy. Her butt and thighs made a sort of heart shape that seemed to be getting more exaggerated by the day and made this stupid skirt all the more annoying to put on.
Marie wasn't sure what to make of it, she loved fat girls, but she never really considered becoming fat herself. Perhaps it was just inevitable given where she lived? It wasn't easy to resist the temptations of that kitchen. Her mouth watered at the thought of all those delicious treats just waiting for her. She couldn't help but splurge herself a little here and there after living on so little.
She gave it a few more forceful hops and *shwop* she was in. There was still no way she was going to get it zipped up so she reached for the black apron she got from that nice chef a month ago. It wasn't the best fashion wise, but it would work for a little while longer.
After that little hiccup a month ago, things mostly went back to normal. Marie was enjoying her new found power in the kitchen, though she had only seen the head Chef a handful of times after that 'incident'. The few times their eyes met, Marie just smiled and nodded to her enormous load of food while Moreau would just slink away, slightly horrified. It made her laugh a little. She knew she had lost, and Marie now knew what she was truly capable of, though she would rather not try to cram that much food into her poor little stomach if she could help it.
There was one small problem Marie had noticed as a side effect of her victory, besides her thickening thighs. She was unable to feel full again. In the meals that followed that day, she just couldn't seem to satiate herself with the same portions as before. It wasn't the biggest issue, but it was getting rather annoying. Her solution was usually to just take a little extra food for herself, but still, an hour or so later, it was back.
She sighed, tying the apron on, at least her hard work with Charlotte was showing signs of success. Her bigger body had taken well to her constant feedings. Her pudgy tummy was looking softer and softer every morning. It was always such a rush to see Charlotte fill her belly up with so much food, 'till her stomach was a taught ball, only for it to melt into more soft belly, more soft love handles, more soft thighs, and more soft everything.
Marie wanted to grab it and squeeze it with every inch of her being, but as determined as she was to spoil her princess to the fullest, she still hadn't said anything about her desires outright. It just seemed too soon. She had hinted plenty, and Charlotte seemed to almost be teasing her with the way she jiggled her belly in front of her or how she would randomly just hug her, engulfing her in all that warm softness.
Still, Marie had concerns, Charlotte came off as just a friendly person in general. It was still entirely possible she just liked the food she brought her and not Marie herself. Often, Marie wouldn't have to do much but provide Charlotte with the food and the princess would just eat herself into a coma on her own.
Marie rolled her cart into the bakery and snagged anything that looked good or looked extra fattening. She moved with a little more pep in her step as she imagined all these delicious things becoming big soft fat rolls on her spoiled friend.
A couple of fried pastries found their way into her own belly in the happy mayhem. Her morning drowsiness was cured by the time she was done collecting and she scurried away, excited to start the day.
Charlotte whimpered, too full to bother moving more than necessary. "C-Can I have one little taste? Please? Not *Huff* much.. Just a taste…" Her chubby arm reached up and flopped back down on the bed.
Marie poked the princesses' bloated belly. The pale orb sloshed and gurgled with "You already got two whole cakes in there! This one slice is mine!" Marie took a big bite and smiled, her cheeks covered in chocolate.
Charlotte smiled back and started to shuffle her way upright in bed. Marie was surprised to see the princess so active but continued to eat her light snack standing near the bed.
Charlotte swung her legs over the edge of the bed and leaned into Marie's face. She could feel Charlotte's warm breath as she got closer. Marie's own face flushed red, it was a miracle the chocolate frosting didn't immediately melt off.
"Well. If that's what a princess has got to do. *Huff* " She grinned. Charlotte carefully licked a bit of frosting right off her right cheek. Marie wasn't sure if this was even real, the girl's tongue felt so warm, it reminded her of one of the farm cats that would lick the sweat off her face after a day in the fields. Marie relaxed, letting the warmth flow through her.
Charlotte continued cleaning off her face, with both red cheeks clean, the princess pulled back looking Marie in her eyes and huffed.
"Do you mind if I taste the stuff on your lips too?" The princess giggled. Marie was still processing the situation but managed a hesitant nod.
"Ok then, *huf* here I come." Their lips met and Marie's thoughts seemed to cese. Her eyes closed and she just took in the feeling as Charlotte worked her way around her lips, cleaning every last bit of chocolate from them.
The princess was getting greedy and pressed deeper as her tongue looked for more. There wasn't any, but Marie pushed back. Charlotte opened her eyes and pulled back gasping for air, she was smiling but seemed surprised. "W-well *huff* maybe… that's enough for now."
Marie nodded. "Very well princess."
***
Marie rushed back to her room. She couldn't believe what had just happened and she needed some space. Did she go too far? Was Charlotte not actually interested in anything else but food? Was there something between them? Her mind ran wild with thoughts. She really liked what happened, but… she wasn't sure. She had a good thing going here, as long as she didn't mess it up she could have just watched Charlotte get fat and that would have been enough but would that really have been enough for her?
On her way she swung by the kitchen, her growing stomach would not shut up and if she was going to get some thinking done she would need it to. She grabbed a large chocolate mousse cake and a dozen or so éclairs. Hopefully the chocolate would help calm her nerves too.
Safe in her room she closed the curtains and sunk to the floor with her cake and a spoon. It was time to think. At least until lunch.
Marie wheeled her way back to Charlotte still feeling very confused but now very full. She hadn't stopped at just that cake and a few extras, she couldn't. On one hand she felt shame, while on the other, pleasure. She found it rather curious that her method of dealing with both was more food. She went back to the kitchen and took whatever she wanted, sat in her room and just ate while thinking of Charlotte.
There was no way she was going to be able to get her skirt up over her bloated belly, so for the second time she waddled her heavy gut down towards the princess. She brushed her large belly with her hand and followed it down to part of her exposed hips and thanked the Gods for her wide and sturdy lower body but cursed them for doing everything else.
Marie knocked on the door and entered to see Charlotte was lounging near the window watching the leaves fall. Her white night gown flowing behind her while also gently resting on her pudgy love handles. A little bit of her soft belly sat out exposed on her lap.
Marie had almost forgotten the passage of time was going on outside her comfortable bubble too. Had it already been that long since she got here?
"Isn't it crazy how time just flies sometimes? I was so looking forward to all the fun things I could do over the summer but now it's gone. Things are gonna get colder and food is gonna get warmer," Charlotte turned to face Marie. "But I'll have you here with me right?" Charlotte smiled, eyeing Marie's bulging red belly.
Marie gulped. "Yeah, I hope so." She waddled her way in.
"I see you brought me a real treat." Charlotte giggled. She pushed herself up and waltzed over. Her gown flowed around her curvy hips. "Ugh that just keeps getting harder and harder. Do you mind?" She nodded to Marie's tummy and reached out her hands.
Marie feverishly nodded. Leaning back slightly to maintain balance.
Charlotte smiled and bent down to properly feel the whole gurgling thing. It wasn't as big as the first time, but it was close. "You poor thing… did you get hungry again?" Marie nodded slightly less vigorously, the fullness was starting to get to her.
Charlotte tisked a friendly but disapproving sound. "I swear when I'm Queen, you'll never have to feel hungry again. That's a promise."
"Thank you princess… *urp*"
Charlotte took the cart with one arm and supported Marie with the other as they made their way to the lounge chairs by the window. She helped Marie lay back on one and leaned down again to better inspect the belly.
Marie felt like saying something but she was enjoying the attention, the feeling of her soft hands with no calluses whatsoever gliding smoothly over her belly made her shudder.
"I think it's really cute." Charlotte whispered eventually.
"Y-you think I'm cute?" Marie didn't even raise her head, she was too comfortable and heavy.
"Of course, why else would I try to kiss you like that earlier?"
Marie breathed a shallow sigh of relief. "I-I thought you just wanted the frosting!"
Charlotte put her hand on her hips and looked down at Marie over her belly. "Of course I did! I can NEVER get enough, you know." She grinned, "But I still think you're cute! I've been waiting for you to make a move for a while now!"
"But I was too nervous! I wanted you to!"
"I was nervous as well! It's not often I get to even be around people my age!" Charlotte leaned over to the cart of food and grabbed a pastry.
"Well now what?" She asked, taking a bite.
"Well…" Marie huffed, the hard part was over. She just needed to get it all out while the iron was hot. "I really like watching you eat… and I think I kinda like fat girls…" She closed her eyes after saying that. She couldn't believe those words had just left her mouth. If she hadn't been regularly feeding the princess for a month or so it would have sounded completely crazy.
She felt a kiss on the top of her overstuffed belly and looked to see Charlotte smiling back at her. "You didn't do a good job hiding it." She took another bite of her pastry.
"Yeah *burp* I guess so haha *oof*"
Charlotte squished hands around her own belly and gave it a jiggle in front of Marie. "You love my fat little tummy?" Marie nodded. Still exhausted.
Charlotte leaned forward and rubbed her chubby middle against Marie's taught ball of a belly. "Well, I'm sure it would be fine if I got just a little bigger… I am really hungry… "
"L-let me feed you!" Marie tried to sit up but her belly and Charlotte pushed her down.
"Not until dinner!" Charlotte pulled back, flicking her robe around her tummy. "You need to rest a little. I can handle this myself." She smiled.
Charlotte took a seat across from Marie and started to feast, glanced over at Marie on occasion. She switched from daintily snacking on her normal food to a ravenous eating machine as she got to the sweets. Marie got to watch it all unfold. This girl really did just love to eat. Once she got going, there was no stopping. Heck, there was hardly any breathing.
Eventually she had to stop and she slid the last éclair into her mouth while giving her much softer belly a pat, lounging back. "Ah, that was so good… *urp* I wonder what father would think."
The two girls just laid there, nursing their stuffed bellies, watching the leaves fall and sometimes each other.
Charlotte was enjoying her evening stuffing, laying back in bed with Marie on all fours on top of her, while feeding her cinnamon rolls was a great way to end the day. Charlotte wasn't wearing much as usual and Marie's skirt was still unable to fit over her still very full tummy, so she just left it on the floor when she got back from the kitchen. Marie's belly hung down under her, pressing into Charlotte's below. There was so much sensation there she could almost feel Charlotte getting bigger beneath.
"*Mmph* You look like a *mph* cute little kitty cat!" Charlotte said, taking a hand off her enormous chest and running her fingers through Marie's brown hair. Marie blushed but continued to feed the princess. She shuffled forward a little, feeling the princesses' big fat belly underneath her own. Her legs had to spread a little wider to accommodate the width of the bigger girl's hip and her breath caused everything to expand and contract pressing against her more.
"Come on, good girl.. such a good girl.. eat up, you're almost done with this tray and then we can move on to the sticky buns." Marie cooed .it was fun to watch Charlotte eat, but feeding was the best part.
"Oh?" Charlotte asked. "I forgot. How many did you bring?"
"Oh, uh, 5 trays of 4 by 6 so…"
"One hundred and twenty sticky buns?!" Charlotte sat up a little, smacking Marie in the face with her bust. Marie shook off the blush and smiled as Charlotte fell back down.
"Yeah! That's right."
"S-sorry…" Charlotte whispered, getting comfortable again. "Gosh, you really are so bad. I love it." She smiled.
Marie giggled. She could feel the gurgling in Charlotte's stomach below. There was plenty of room left.
"Ah thanks.." Marie blushed again. "I really couldn't do it without you." Marie smiled, shoving another cinnamon roll into the Princesses' awaiting mouth. "I know you're always hungry."
Charlotte closed her eyes and gulped it down. "Ah~ I am… "
A loud banged on the door caused Charlotte to jolt up, throwing the smaller Marie off her.
"Ah! Marie! Sorry!" She whispered loudly. Marie felt a little dazed but was overall fine. Getting smacked in the face by Charlotte's chest wasn't that bad, but it was surprising. She nodded back to Charlotte and slid off the bed and under it, hidden from view.
"C-come in!" Charlotte said as she yanked the sheets up to cover herself better.
An older woman entered, standing at attention with almost military presence, a long scar ran down her face and one of her eyes looked gray. Her sleeves were rolled up and her forearms were thick and muscular. She looked over Charlotte's head and shouted.
"Princess Charlotte! The Knight Commander requests your presence. It pertains to matters of the parade!"
The lady spun on her brown boots and left. When Marie heard the door click closed, she rolled out from under the bed. When she stood up she saw Charlotte looking redder in the face then a fresh red velvet cake and gently poking at her fat tummy.
"What was that all about?" Marie asked, grabbing her skirt off the floor.
"Oh… uh… so have you ever attended the annual military parade in the Capitol Marie?" Charlotte swung her legs off the side of the bed to face Marie.
"No, we never had time or money for that kind of thing."
"Oh. well. You know how my father is called the Soldier King?" Charlotte's hands nervously squished into the sides of her wide thighs spread out around her.
"Kinda, I think I heard it once or twice." Marie tilted her head back and forth to stretch out the kink in her neck.
"Uh. Yeah. So he has this military parade with him in armor and everything and…"
"And what?" Marie grabbed her skirt off the floor and tried to slip it over her hips with no success.
"He wanted me to take his place…"
Marie let it fall to her feet. "Oh."
Chapter 5
It had been a while since Marie had even seen Charlotte in clothes. But when your life is mostly filled with lounging and eating, it's understandable. Marie especially was coming to respect Charlotte's attitude toward clothes as her own wardrobe issues were becoming worse. Besides, cuddling in bed was more fun this way.
For the meeting, Charlotte picked out a flowy white dress that hugged her chest tightly but stayed loose and flowy around her pudgy middle and below. Marie fashioned a gold laced black belt beneath her chest that slightly dug into the princesses belly. Her chubby arms stayed mostly exposed with the sleeveless design except for a white shawl covering her elbows to her wrists and draped out far behind her.
Charlotte jiggled her tummy through the white fabric. "I think it hides it well enough…" she turned to look at herself in the mirror and ran her hands over her body. "It looks like I'm sneaking out a turkey or something…" she giggled, running a hand down the front of her silhouette. "Well, it should still be hidden under the armor." She tested the weight of her chest with her hands watching her reflection. "Still out further than my belly, that's good…"
"You get to wear armor?!" Marie exclaimed, bending into view of the mirror while still brushing Charlotte's long blond hair behind. "I've only seen a few knights ever, but they look so cool! Can I see you in it?"
Charlotte was still preoccupied with her chest, bobbing it up and down. "Well… hopefully not tonight. It takes a while to get in and out of, and I'm kinda tired. it's been a long day."
Marie nodded and focused on her brushing. She was plenty tired as well, plus she still had her own dinner to think of too, though after the intense stuffing earlier she wasn't so sure she even wanted to eat dinner tonight.
"What about all those sticky buns? I don't want them to go to waste." Marie was reminded by the sweet scent in the air and the large curvy rear right in front of her
Charlotte turned and smiled, looking very regal in her dress. "Those are for you! My hungry little maid." She bent down and kissed the top of Marie's head. "I love you."
Marie blushed looking at her feet. "T-thank you."
"We'll work on that." Charlotte patted the top of Marie's head.
Charlotte left to talk things over while Marie paced in the empty room thinking what she should do. The trays and trays of sticky buns were calling to her, but her belly was still kind of full. She was in quite the pickle, but not one she couldn't solve. She wanted them, really badly. But was it a good idea? This soon after stuffing herself today? No. But what would her mother think about leaving perfectly good food go uneaten? What did she think?
Obviously, the choice was already made. She sat down on the side of a lounge chair with her spoils and rubbed her slightly bloated stomach. She sighed, holding one in front of her and looked down at her belly.
"Goodbye abs; for good this time."
She started to feast. Her smile returned as the sweetness melted her stress from the day. A torrent of food started to fill her stomach for the second time that day. Despite her concerns before; She was going to finish these now. She couldn't stop even if she wanted to, which at this point, she didn't. There was something about the sweetness that Marie found so incredibly addicting, she could never get enough and even when she had enough, she needed more.
She thought of Charlotte, all fat and regal and beautiful, her fat just spilling out of her armor. Of Charlotte being spoiled she can't even put on the armor without becoming out of breath.
She threw the first tray behind her and lounged back as she moved on to the next in total bliss.
The meeting had apparently gone well for Charlotte, but when she woke Marie from her deep sleep a cloud of anxiety surrounded the princess. She explained that the parade was to be at the end of the month, the day after the harvest festival, and Charlotte would have to fit in her custom gold plated armor and ride upfront for everyone to see. Would It still fit by then?
While Charlotte wasn't stuffed to the brim with food the two girls took the opportunity to investigate the changes to Charlotte's body. They jiggled her little belly and stared at it in awe as it wobbled. It wasn't much, but they guessed Charlotte had gained at least 20 or 30 pounds since Marie had arrived.
"You're so bad for my waistline…" Charlotte jostled the ring of fat taking up space around her middle while sitting near Marie's feet.
Marie was still coddling her own belly stretched out to her knees, still barely able to move under her own power. "My *urp* job was to feed the princess and that's what I did!" She crossed her arms over her chest trying hard not to smile too much.
"Well just so you know. I really like it." Charlotte smiled at Marie from across the lounge chair. "But maybe we should take a little break? At least until it's over?"
Those words hurt, but Marie couldn't argue. If this was something that mattered to Charlotte then she would try to respect that. However, Marie still had so many things to try herself. Perhaps this time would be a good opportunity to expand her horizons.
Marie got a new uniform that was a better fit for her growing body, A loose spinny skirt that went down to her knees and gave her thighs much needed breathing room. The skirt also allowed her to stuff herself and hide her belly under the looser fabric; something she was really starting to appreciate.
A few days had gone by and Marie had stayed true to Charlotte's request, only bringing what she was supposed to eat. At the same time, she brought whatever she wanted for herself and proceeded to eat it all while sitting near the starving princess.
Charlotte would offer a pained smile, but go back to her meager meal.
"Can I please just have a little?"
Marie whipped her face from her fourth chocolate ganache tart and patted her belly. Since being exposed to the wide world of sugar, she could simply not get enough of this chocolate thing, and took every opportunity to try more. "What about your diet?" Marie burped, making room for her five.
"I… just want a taste. Please."
Marie lumbered off her fat ass and stretched her bloated belly out. "Ok, *Huff* well, don't blame me if you can't fit in your *Huff* armor!"
"Please. I'm just so hungry Marie." Charlotte whimpered, pointing to her own fat belly.
Marie looked at her own overstuffed belly hanging out in front of her and started to fill a little bad. Maybe eating like this in front of her wasn't the best choice, but she wasn't about to turn Charlotte down from being properly fed.
She waddled over to where Charlotte was sitting on her bed and scooted up next to her with her last tort.
"So you want a taste?" Marie held the first piece up to the Princesses' mouth. Charlotte took it with no hesitation.
"Can I please have more?" Charlotte's little belly rumbled, the milky white roll of fat sitting on her lap jiggled.
Marie was already getting the next piece ready. Bite by bite, Marie was happy to help. After it was gone, Marie poked Charlotte's dimpled thighs.
"So soft…" she whispered.
Charlotte slapped her belly and rubbed it, feeling the warmth and pleasure from the much needed chocolate. "I don't think I can take it anymore, Marie. I shouldn't have been so restrictive. Feed me. Please…"
And so restarted the regular stuffing of Charlotte, this time with renewed vigor. Initially Marie tried to honor Charlotte's goal by only bringing her a proper taste of sweets to supplement her meal, but Charlotte's appetite and burning hunger was difficult to stop once started. She was still sure everything would be alright if future her got her act together eventually or she would tell herself it was only one splurge, that she would do better tomorrow. But tomorrow would come and Marie would be heading back and forth to the kitchen and back to keep the princess fed.
Eventually, Marie just gave up and brought as much as she could in one go to reduce the amount of running she had to do. For whatever reason it was getting a lot harder for her as the weeks dragged on. Marie was enjoying herself watching Charlotte eat and grow, but she still made time to splurge herself. She had earned it after all. Plus it was nice to see her chest finally start to grow, although it wasn't the only part of her getting bigger.
The Princesses' hopes of not putting on weight were doomed from the start as the pound continued to pile on and her belly seemed to be getting bigger by the day. Her stuffed belly always needed a good rubbing and Marie was always there to help. The two would sometimes fall asleep in bed with both parties too stuffed to move, rubbing each other's gurgling fat middle.
"Wow you really ate a lot tonight Marie!" Charlotte ran her hand across the soft mound sticking out on Marie's lap.
Marie was doing the same but more focused on where Charlottes belly met her love handle bulging next to her.
"Not at much as you! You ready put so much away it's amazing!"
"No no!" Charlotte retorted, giving Marie's belly a little pat like it was a small child. "A whole chocolate cake! That's a lot for you!"
"Well *urp* I guess. It's really just a snack compared to what you can go through. That's pretty amazing." She jiggled Charlotte's much larger belly watching it slosh and wobble for a good thirty seconds.
Charlotte giggled. "Ha~ no I'm really trying to hold back! This isn't that much. I can't wait till the parade is over so I can really eat! You'll see!"
Marie just nodded, her eyes still occupied by Charlotte's big fat belly jiggling like Jell-O.
Was she really just holding back the entire time? Mare poked at Charlotte's belly feeling everything packed in there under the fat.
"Aww you really love my little belly don't you!" Charlotte rubbed her own belly with Marie. She had put on a good amount of weight in a short amount of time and it made her tight stuffed belly blend into the rest of her with the additional fat and curves. Her hips had also been getting wider. Marie was finding she could snuggle up against the Princesses's dimpled thighs and her own legs would be somewhat engulfed by all the softness.
"I like all of it." Marie sighed, grabbing handfuls of fat at Charlotte's side.
Their hedonistic lifestyle continued until the parade was only days away and reality finally caught up with Charlotte. With only a few days to go, she donned her armor and found it was extremely tight everywhere. Several pages, her father's armor bearers, and Marie worked for hours trying to get it on and looking right, but there was so much more Charlotte to cover, and it simply couldn't contain it all.
Marie was ecstatic to finally see Charlotte in her full golden plate armor no matter how impractical it looked. She did her best to complement Charlotte as much as she could to lift her spirits but the princess was already embarrassed. Besides obviously not fitting, the armor did try to appear slimming, but the ornate chest plate sat a bit too far out thanks to her larger chest and belly while her plump love handles squeezed out the sides through the gaps.
She tried sucking in her gut, but her chest was absolutely enormous and there was no way to hide that. The breastplate contoured as to accommodate a busty person, but she had almost doubled in size up there. No amount of swishing binding or repositioning could solve that. It seemed like almost half of her breasts would spill up and out of their confinement, obscuring her face behind the pale lumps.
"I-I don't know why it has to fit perfectly! I'm not wearing it into battle or anything!"
"You're farther would be very disappointed to hear that." One of the older armor bearers whispered under his breath pulling on a leather strap.
Charlotte glared back at the man, the spite in her eyes surprised Marie.
The older man shook his head and went back to work measuring the gap at her side.
It was an exhausting experience, leaving Marie and Charlotte alone in her room while the professionals hurried to make some last-minute adjustments with the smith.
Charlotte stood near the mirror, lifting up her soft potbelly and letting it drop and watching it jiggle. Mare could watch her for hours but her own pudgy potbelly was needing food.
"I'm getting really chubby aren't I…" Charlotte muttered, giving her belly another drop.
"So Charlotte," Marie had to break the awkward silence eventually. "Would you like to skip the desserts tonight?"
Charlotte's stomach growled, echoing through the room. "Why? I doubt I can gain that much in a few days."
"But the armor? What about your job? Your father? What are you going to do about-"
"Marie…" Charlotte smooshed the sides of her belly and sighed. "I'm not my father and I'm starting to think I don't want to be."
Marie nodded solemnly, but inside she couldn't help but feel a little giddy. "I understand. I'll get you whatever you want."
"Thank you, Marie."
The corrected armor was done with added plates to cover everything. It looked fine from far away but any close inspection revealed not all was right. Even in the few days since they measured it was already looking a little small and the parade was the next morning.
"Your highness," the old armor bearer hissed through his teeth. "This is as far as we can adjust it. At the rate you are mysteriously gaining weight," he glared at Marie in the corner, stuffing her face with chocolates. "I think it would be better if you do not publicly attend the harvest festival tonight."
Charlotte looked a little defeated, but nodded. "As you wish."
After he left, Marie snuck under the bed and pulled out two large brown cloaks tossing one to Charlotte.
"Ready for a big night?" Mare winked.
Charlotte held the cloak tepidly. "I-I think so.."
And they scurried off.
The cloaks covered them from head to toe but Charlotte still stood out. Her height, golden hair, and rotund figure were impossible to hide, but they tried to move around as inconspicuously as they could.
Canvas stands lined the cobblestone streets in a patchwork of browns and oranges. A light rain trickled down, pooling randomly on the fabric covers and the ground below. Thanks to the rain, the air felt clean and crisp letting the smells of cinnamon, apples, sugar, baked goods, and fried dough fill the busy streets.
They ran around the festival in their cloaks, finding everything they could eat until Marie couldn't eat anymore. She didn't dare tell Charlotte. That girl was having the time of her life and now she could finally share it with someone.
Charlotte, of course, was a bottomless pit in terms of the amount of food she could put away, but she would always get two of whatever she wanted, one for her, and one for Marie.
Marie's loose cloak was roomy and helped hide her large taught belly, but after a few hours of runaway snacking and festival splurging, it was starting to rise. As Charlotte kept bringing her more with a smile and Marie kept eating, her coat simply did not have enough cloth to cover all of her belly so it just draped over what it could eventually leaving a good few inches of taught underbelly exposed. It was so full and heavy she had to lean back slightly to counterbalance the immense weight which was starting to seriously annoy her. Every step was a herculean effort that left her teetering on the cobblestone road far behind Charlotte. Her frustration mounted as the chill of the late fall air tickled her increasingly exposed skin. She reached out to feel it only to find the spot she wanted was further than her arms were long. And yet Charlotte kept bringing her more tasty morsels to share. As bad as it was, Marie trudged along for Charlotte's sake, doing her best to hide her annoyance when the bigger girl came bounding up.
She glanced around and saw the eyes of hundreds of passers by on her and her ridiculous pale belly peeking out while a chubby blond girl in a hood shoved slices of pies, chocolates, breads, and sausages. She would have felt so embarrassed if she had any more energy left to care.
Hours had passed and despite this all being Marie's idea, she was tired, her eyes held small dark bags that were thankfully hidden by her large hood. Night after night of stuffing herself and Charlotte was finally catching up with her, but somehow not Charlotte. That girl just keeped on eating.
She wanted to go back to the palace and sleep off this giant burden, but every time Charlotte would bound over with something new and delicious, she couldn't help but smile and accept.
"Forget about a whole turkey," She huffed, lugging her belly step by step. "I might as well be carrying a whole cow." She did her best not to bump into people, but sometimes it was just inevitable.
Charlotte came back through the crowd with a stick of skewered cinnamon sugar doughnuts still dripping with hot oil.
"Here! This is one of my favorites! You have to try it!"
Mare took the stick without a word and started to eat. It was really good, in spite of the pain from her middle extending a foot or more out, she finished the entire thing and nodded. Charlotte looked so happy she could almost explode.
"Isn't it good! Oh I'm so glad you convinced me to sneak out and show you!" She squealed, jumping up and down. Even with the large cloak, Marie could see the outline of everything jiggling underneath and got a glimpse of the Princesses' chubby belly. It barely looked stuffed at all.
She's still holding back…
The realization struck Marie, even as tired and painfully full as she was.
What have I unleashed?
Chapter 6
After yesterday, Marie felt fat. There was no way around that. She felt heavier and slower than even a few days ago, but right now, her heart felt as light as a feather.
Marie overlooked the street from the royal balcony. She still could never get over how high up buildings could be and not fall down. Her hands clutched the stone railing so hard her knuckles were white. She didn't know how high up she was, maybe five or six stories, but she didn't want to find out.
The same wide street her and Charlotte had eaten their way through yesterday sprawled to the left and right of the balcony starting at the city walls and all the way down to the port currently shrouded in sea mist. Despite the chill in the air, pedestrians packed the street below along the wood and plaster houses. Soldiers in white, blue and gold lined the street itself, making way for a sea of horses and men marching out of the mist and toward the city gates. Near the front, Marie could just now make out a gleaming golden figure nearly twice as wide as the average silver-clad knight. As scared as she was, she didn't want to leave. That was her girlfriend out there and she couldn't be more proud.
Gods she's cute… Marie thought, smiling a little. She couldn't believe how lucky she had been these last months. Meeting Charlotte had been such a blessing, just spending time with the princess was wonderful on its own. She didn't want anything to change what they had going on. Cuddling in each other's warm arms while the moon rose into the fog outside the window, their bellies stuffed with all sorts of delicious food. All of Charlotte's curves and folds to caress and love and every day a new one (or two) to enjoy. Change was scary, but it was also inevitable, and exciting Marie reminded herself. She looked down at her own bulging belly, breasts, and plump legs. She was changing a lot herself.
"What are you smiling at maid? I need more bacon wrapped dates!" The posh voice caused Marie to cringe and turn around a bit too quickly for her very full stomach.
Near the large French doors that lead from the balcony to a blue carpet banquet hall stood a young woman in an extremely wide blue dress that matched her eyes. Unlike Charlotte's blue eyes that felt fun and friendly now, this black haired girl looked at her with a cold malice that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Well? Why else are you here?" The girl shook hips and Marie realized the wide dress wasn't just a fashion choice, but her hips were so wide she could barely fit through the door. Her lower body alone had to be at least 400 pounds.
Marie looked her over again, the flowing blue fabric cascaded around her comparatively small bulging belly that must have hung down into the skirt portion of her dress. Her chest was modest for someone so fat, but Marie guessed she would have been flat 300 pounds ago. Her chubby arms and plump face looked perfect for squeezing and her arm fat jiggled with every angry twitch.
Marie bit her lip. If only she wasn't such a jerk…
Before Marie could respond, an older gentleman in a crimson robe, one of the armor bearers, stepped out from the banquet hall and cleared his throat loudly. "Countess Olivia, this is Princess Charlotte's personal maid Marie. She doesn't have to answer to you if she wishes." He nodded to Marie and moved to the far side of the balcony to watch the street below. "Now let's see how things go for her out there. That's definitely more people than last year."
Olivia's face flushed red but she still stood with the same posture as before. "My apologies, miss, I-I'm not around the capital very much."
Marie smiled and slightly bowed her head, cupping her groaning belly with a free hand. "It's ok. *huff* I could go for a bacon wrapped date myself actually."
The banquet hall was much busier now and Marie couldn't help but ogle some of the enormous ladies snacking on the copious amounts of treats laid out on tables around the room. A very busty round lady waddled away from one such table toward the bottom heavy countess Marie followed. The woman had flaming red hair and a deep green dress that only covered the top half of her incredible chest and her huge hips and legs. Her huge wobbling belly was left bare, all smoothe and pale as fresh snow but giant and jiggling as a bath of jello. It fell out far beyond her reach and sagged to her knees, though it still seemed as round and full as the moon. She had to be at least as wide as a draft horse was long, Marie guessed she had to weigh as much as one too. The mountain of a woman barged her battering ram of a belly into Olivia who stumbled to find footing on her tree trunk like legs.
"Ah countess Olivia!" she huffed, struggling to balance herself. "I see you're still the same little twig you were last year. Still can't break 500 pounds?"
Olivia caught herself on one of the tables and pushed herself up, breathing hard. Marie stood back and let things play out, trying to hide her blush. These were the type of fatties she had heard rumors about, this is what she had expected Charlotte to be like. Though in spite of their size, they were definitely pieces of work, and not fun work like with Charlotte.
"I'm- *Huff* trying! *Puff* but it all goes to my thighs!" Olivia yelled back at the walking belly.
The red haired girl laughed and put her hands on her wide hips. "Sure sure. Then why am I still bigger than you there huh? Are you still walking around your estate like a peasant?"
"Wha- what do you take me for? Of course I don't walk outside!"
It truly was a beautiful sight for Marie, but looking around she felt herself blush. She had to cover her face with her hands and look through her fingers as the banquet hall was now full of tall fit men and enormously fat women of varying levels.
She had never seen so many fat women outside of paintings and her own imagination she could barely think. She needed to leave and catch her breath, everyone had to think she was a complete weirdo but hopefully as just a maid they would still ignore her. Her eyes darted left and right but there were just more fat women. She looked down at her feet and- Oh right. I'm getting fat too. Quickly, she spun around and headed back to the balcony and breathed a gasp of the cold air. Her hands clutched the edge of the railing and her neck stiffened. She wanted to turn around and look but that had been enough. Her little heart could only take so much and she had Charlotte to focus on now.
***
The parade was over and it seemed to have gone well. It was weird seeing such a bubbly girl try to look imposing on a horse in all that gold, but it really didn't matter. Marie knew that deep down, Charlotte was just a loving hungry monster.
Cuddling in bed after dinner was Marie's favorite way to end a very fulfilling day. Even after all that stuffing during meals proper, Charlotte continued to snack while she watched Marie play with her fat, caressing and kissing every inch of her pale round belly.
There was no need for clothes anymore in Charlotte's room; even Charlotte's robe was getting a little tight on her back, there were little fat folds starting to form that made it a little uncomfortable.
Her breasts were easily the size of Marie's head and rested softly on her bulging round tummy, always plump, round and ever so slightly squashed by the force of gravity letting them spill a little to the side.
Marie's hands sunk into the soft pale dough of Charlotte's big round belly, it was like a giant doughnut of fat around the big girl's midsection that overflowed over her hips and waist. Around Charlotte's belly button Marie pushed her hand into the fat and her hand almost disappeared. "So beautiful…" She whispered.
"You are really into this aren't you?"
"Hm?" Marie looked up.
"My fat belly?" Charlotte grinned.
"Oh, yeah…" Marie blushed, grabbing handfuls of the Princesses' pale fat. "It's just so soft and comfy." Marie pressed her face down against Charlotte's belly so she was speaking directly into Charlotte's belly button. She wrapped her arms around the bigger girl, following along the crease of her lower belly fold, nestling her hands under her flab spilling over her side. It was as far as she could reach around Charlotte's big round belly. "So warm and cozy~" Marie smiled. The softness muffled her voice.
Marie's lips against her bare skin tickled, causing Charlotte to giggle, and she patted the top of Marie's head.
Marie looked up between Charlotte's large breasts to her beautiful little double chin. "Are you sure you're ok with this? I don't think I really asked, I kinda just… did." Marie said, her chin squishing into the top of Charlotte's belly.
Charlotte smiled, looking down still patting the smaller girl's head. "I love everything you've done for me." Charlotte took a big bite of cheesecake, some of the crumbs tumbled down to Marie. "I love to eat," Another bite and more crumbs. "Love this belly." Charlotte brought the last little bit of cheesecake down to Marie's mouth. It was a bit large, but Charlotte made it fit and Marie swallowed it whole. "And I love to see you happy."
Marie relaxed and sunk into Charlotte's belly a little more. She felt relieved. The Princesses' actions had spoken loudly enough over the past few months, but it was nice to hear directly. She couldn't explain it but it made her so hot and bothered she had to look away from Charlotte.
"You really love fat girls don't you?" Charlotte stroked Marie's hair gently.
"Y-yeah." Marie muttered at the window.
Charlotte grabbed another large slice of cheesecake and took a bite."I'm *mmph* gonna give you the fattest princess I can." Charlotte smiled.
"T-thank you~" Marie burbled into Charlotte's belly. Her face felt so hot and red she couldn't help but shove it into all the beautiful pale fat to hide while Charlotte giggled and ate.
"I love you Marie."
Charlotte finished the rest of her slice in silence while Marie's tongue explored the princess's deep belly button.
"Marie." Charlotte asked. Marie poked her head up.
"How many cakes could you fit on that cart?" The princess eyes the silver dolly. Her belly grumbled.
Marie was both surprised and aroused at the question, she had just fed Charlotte a whole meal, several baked goods and a couple cakes, not including the cheesecake she had finished herself. She knew Charlotte could never get enough, but still, this was a lot. A piece of her conscious whispered caution, but she shoved it deep inside of her.
"I don't want to hold back anymore. Not for you."
Marie didn't know what to say, she was already breathing hard from just letting her mind run wild.
Could, not can…Marie thought. "Maybe four if I balance it right." She said.
"Marie." Charlotte looked her dead in the eye with a blue flame raging in her iris. "I want you to feed them to me now. All of them."
Marie was so flustered by Charlotte's words her mind almost went blank and she bit her lip. "Right away my princess.".
The fat piled on as the weeks and months passed and everyday Marie fell asleep and awoke next to an increasingly obese Charlotte. Almost every moment of the princesses day she was doing something that included food, and Marie took care to ensure that was always the case. Their walks around the palace had been put on hold as Charlotte's growing belly was given full priority. From dawn till late into the night Charlotte and Marie ate, snuggled and got fatter.
Marie tried running a bit between the kitchen and Charlotte's room, but she found she just couldn't anymore. She tried her best, but her pot belly, ass, and chest jiggled too much. Regardless, she would run out of breath if she really tried to push herself, but she rarely did. Marie didn't let it bother her too much, she had more important things to deal with like keeping Charlotte fed and covered in kisses.
With new foods with unique flavors and colors appearing in the kitchen, MarIe had to taste test them all by Charlotte's orders. Just as Charlotte had promised, Marie found they were all delicious and addicting in their own way. She loved all the new spice cakes, breads and candies that now filled her cart and her own belly.
The first time Marie tried gingerbread it changed her life. She couldn't stop talking about it's unique flavor to Charlotte, the princess took a break from her second lunch, shushing her with a chubby finger and fed her the rest of the cart.
Meanwhile, Charlotte ate everything like it was her last day on earth. All the cakes, pies, cookies, candy Marie could bring would just vanish before her eyes. As the months wore on Charlotte's belly was becoming too much for one little maid to handle. The round mass of fat on the princesses lap steadily advanced ahead, covering her thighs and pushing her elbows out to her sides. Her ass and hips continued to swell, always staying just wider than the widest part of her belly. Even as repetitive as the all day feedings were, Marie always found something new and exciting about Charlotte to explore and kiss.
Her breasts stayed mostly round and full and rested neatly on top of her growing gut. They were already bigger than Marie's head, but continued to grow to almost rival watermelons. Marie couldn't resist playing with them whenever she could, though they were so big and heavy the small maid needed both hands just to lift one of Charlotte's huge breasts. Still, Charlotte's big round belly was the star of the show.
"I just can't believe how fat you've gotten! Look at this beautiful thing!" Marie sat back on Charlotte's legs; her hands under the big pale boulder in front of her. She playfully tried to lift it but with Charlotte sitting upright there was no way the smaller girl could do more than jiggle the magnificent belly up and down.
"Isn't it cute!" Charlotte laughed, lurching forward and grabbed beneath Marie's own pot belly, pulling her against her mass of fat. "And it's all because of you!"
Marie's eyes went wide as she felt all of Charlotte's fat squashing against her. Feeling a little overwhelmed by the sudden embrace and being only inches beneath Charlotte's face; Marie ducked her head into the princesses neck and kissed around her collarbone.
"*Mmmmm~* I love you Charlotte *mmm~*" she whispered from under Charlotte's double chin, a little too embarrassed to look at her directly.
"Charlotte?" Marie asked between kisses and neck nibbles. "Why are all the other noble women so fat?"
"My mother." Charlotte responded in an uncharacteristically somber tone. "Noble ladies had always been a bit chubby, but my mother brought things to a new level. Now they all try to emulate her."
Marie awkwardly leaned back to look Charlotte in the face, but the Princesses' blue eyes were elsewhere. "What about you?" Marie's free hand poked at Charlotte's doughy middle, trying to bring her attention back.
"My father." She paused. "As the only heir, I had to assume his legacy."
"That… doesn't sound like you." Marie poked Charlotte's chin with her nose.
"I-I don't know." Charlotte looked back down at Marie and smiled. "But I know you're pretty cute!"
Marie smiled in reply and Charlotte gave her forehead a kiss. There was more Marie wanted to ask but decided to let it go for now.
"So cute…" Charlotte whispered back. "I'm gonna get so fat for you~"
Marie peppered her neck with a few more little kisses and Charlotte perked up like she sensed a poorly protected muffin. "Hey! We need to go on a proper date!"
Marie had no objections, though it had been a while since Charlotte had even left the comfort of her room and she was nervous about how that would go. Charlotte decided the ballroom they had met in was the perfect place for a little dance before the next enormous meal, but the act of just getting out of bed was hard enough.
Marie grabbed Charlotte's chubby wrists and pulled and pulled. Charlotte huffed and slowly pried herself out of the divot on her mattress. Once up, Marie was simply in awe of the big girl. Charlotte was still the most beautiful girl she had ever seen, but now it felt like everything had been turned up to 11. No. 20.
Her belly bulged out into Marie's face, the big white glossy belly eyeing her with that big deep inviting belly button. It hung over most of Charlotte's crotch and her sides yet the way Charlotte stood and posed for Marie it was like it was nothing but a little pudge.
"You like what you see~?" Charlotte shook her hips with her arms embracing her jiggling gut. Marie's brain short circuited for a second before realizing Charlotte was going to need some clothes, and some big ones.
One look at her wardrobe and they knew it was a lost cause. Instead, Charlotte grabbed a white bedsheet and made it work folding it all over, tucking it under her breasts and tying the ends here and there. It was crude but elegant and fit Charlotte perfectly, flowing around her big belly which stayed the centerpiece of everything.
She grabbed Marie's hand and pulled her to the door. "Come on! Let's go!"
As soon as they were out in the hall, she burst into a run, but to Marie's relief, she stopped quickly.
"*Huff* oh wow *Huff* I- *Heww*" Charlotte let go of Marie and bent over with her hands on her knees, breathing deep.
Marie started to rub the big girl's back but Charlotte stood up and started to run again, this time adding in a single skip before stopping again and looking back at Marie. "*Pheww~* M-Marie. *Huff* I-think I'm really fucking fat now. *Hah*"
Marie was ready to be worried, but as she hurried to Charlotte, she noticed a smile creeping up on her face as she got closer.
"But I still can run." Charlotte grinned, panting hard. "We should fix that."
Chapter 7
More dates were in order and Charlotte made sure she had new clothes to go out in. Long flowy gowns that were comfortable to dance in, tight sexy dresses that hugged her hips and belly, low cut revealing outfits that emphasized her enormous breasts, anything to make their dates within the castle perfect.
Marie was loving living the high life with Charlotte; day after day was just heaven. Time passed far too quickly, but her days were nothing but feeding and eating, so they tended to blur together. As great as everything was, she couldn't help but feel like she needed more. Sure Charlotte was big and getting fatter, bigger and softer by the day. But Marie needed more.
For whatever reason, she just couldn't get the image of all those fat noble ladies out of her head. After almost a year of constant feedings, Charlotte was getting close but was still nowhere near the size of some of those incredible women. She just needed to see those giant wobbling thighs and bellies again, somehow.
"Char," Marie asked one stuffing session. "Those noble ladies… could we see them again?"
Charlotte was in her usual place, in bed with her soft porcelain belly filling some of her lap while eating everything Marie could throw at her. "*Huff* I guess so... Mom used to have these banquet dinners. *Mmmph* But I never got to attend."
Marie stopped feeding Charlotte. "That sounds like fun! Let's have some of those! Can we?!" She excitedly rubbed the big girl's belly.
"I want to, but I don't know.. "
"Charlotte, you're the princess! You can do it if you want!"
"I guess. But, Father said it's not something I should do. I can't."
"What would he think about this?" Marie smirked and poked at Charlotte's fat belly watching it wobble.
"Uh… *Urp*"
"You still want to get fatter, don't you?"
"Y-yeah…"
"And he wouldn't approve of that now would he?"
"N-no."
"Well." Marie kissed the very nervous-looking Charlotte on the head. "I think we should do what you want."
"But that could get some letters sent! And I'd have to work out again, or worse." Her mouth fumbled the words on their way out. "Diet."
Marie nodded her head side to side weighing her options. She felt giddy, like a gambler on a roll. She had gone from nothing to this in only a year. She had to keep pressing her luck. "How long would it take a letter to be sent?"
"A while…" Charlotte muttered.
Marie smiled. "Well, there we go!"
"But if the ministers see me now, they'll be so mad at me. And you."
Marie giggled a little. "They'll need your father's permission to *make* you do anything, right? And they'll need your permission to make *me* do anything, yeah?"
"Or my father. But still!"
"Come on, it'll be fun! We'll deal with the consequences later! Just think of all the food and the fat ladies!"
"Y-yeah, I'm *urp* the princess! If I want to, I can!"
"That's the spirit!" Marie bear hugged Charlotte's growling belly and peppered it with kisses. More fat girls. More food for Charlotte. Everything was perfect.
Charlotte sent out the invitations to the surprise of her ministers. Half of their surprise was just from the size of the once plump princess. The rest was her order. They couldn't say no, but they voiced their concerns on behalf of the king.
"It was your mother's duty to entertain! It is yours to remain separate from them as the kingdom's sword! How can they be afraid of you if they see you like this?!"
Charlotte snapped. "I can do both can't I?" She silenced them with a stomp and sent them scurrying to fulfill her request. Though both her and Marie knew there were probably plenty of letters being written she didn't ask for.
Charlotte came back to Marie more elated and bubbly than she'd ever seen the princess before, like a glass of champagne had come alive as a beautiful princess.
Charlotte ran into the room and swept Marie off her feet, twirling around in circles. "M-Marie! I-I did it! I told them! I-I don't care what happens! We're going to do this!"
Marie struggled to breathe in Charlotte's clutches, but she was too happy to care. She just hoped she made the right decision.
It would be a while 'till the banquet happened, so in the meantime Charlotte and Marie went back to their usual routine but this time with a renewed sense of excitement.
While Charlotte was doing most of the eating, Marie was not slouching. Marie had almost completely given up resisting the temptation to stuff herself whenever she had the urge. With so many delicious tastes around to experience she felt she couldn't get enough. All of this was going completely over Marie's head as she chugged along with a singular focus: Charlotte. Except for one day she was going around the kitchen and a good looking cake caught her eye. It was a little different than most of the chocolate cakes she had seen. She debated whether to save it for Charlotte or taste it herself, but glancing up she saw more just like it. Marie grinned. The problem was solved.
It was a cute little chocolate cake with cherries and slivered almonds that just screamed eat me. She just had to try a little bit to know what it was like before giving one to Charlotte.
She would understand. This wasn't the first time. She thought.
One taste was all she needed, but then she needed two, and then she needed one little slice. In no time at all the cake was gone. Marie licked her fingers victorious before an empty silver platter. Just behind was another just as elegant as the first. Marie licked her lips and leaned forward to pull her next victim closer. One more couldn't hurt.
She was stopped halfway by her belly. She looked down to see her own gut digging into the table under her skirt. She reached again. Not a chance. That was in fact her belly stopping her. She was too fat to reach across the table. Worst of all, she didn't look or feel bloated in the slightest. Her belly wasn't just an overstuffed tummy. That was fat. She was fat! She brushed down her apron and skirt, her hands trembling. She hadn't been completely oblivious to her gain. She knew what had been going on, but it had been so much easier to just not think about it. Now it was impossible to ignore. Was she really getting too fat to just get food? What would happen when she did?
Those questions would have to wait. Charlotte was in need. She gathered what she could and made her way back to the princess. Out of curiosity, she stopped by the hall of mirrors on the way back, but the girl who entered that hall looked nothing like Marie. She was fat all over. Her face was the biggest shock as her cheek bones had completely disappeared. Her hands shot up to the bottom of her face which had the makings of a little double chin. Her whole body seemed fuller, softer, and more regal than she ever thought possible. Her chest actually filled out her blouse as it was designed, even bouncing a little when she moved. In fact her dress was looking a little too filled out. That made her grin.
She pulled her skirt up and over her belly to get a better look. Yes, it was there. She turned sideways to find it was much more noticeable, jutting out, perhaps a foot or so, but something was a bit more eye-catching in the back. Her ass looked just enormous compared to a year ago.
Under the skirt, it stuck out like a little shelf and jiggled at just the slightest turn or step. She looked over her shoulder at her backside and again was in shock at the width and size of her rear end. In spite of her impressive development above the waist, she was still a bonafide pear and was even more so than before. Her hands traced her silhouette at every angle feeling the very real curves all over her body. She rubbed her legs together, feeling a burning satisfaction between them. Never before had she been so turned on by her own figure. She didn't just look sexy, she felt sexy. Excitement and anxiety bubbled up in equal parts. She was loving this new her, but the implications still worried her. Change was scary, even good change. She needed to ask Charlotte for advice.
"Char? Am I getting fat?" Marie asked, feeding the big girl a slice of vanilla cake that had the misfortune of being easier to grab.
Charlotte giggled, her mouth still too full to talk. She nodded, smiling, and poked Marie's belly.
"I guess that's a yes?" Marie smiled briefly, mindlessly feeling her breasts. Her hands dropped and her face slouched back down to a pout. "Charlotte, this isn't funny! I'm really getting fat!" She grabbed her belly with both hands and jiggled it up and down. "I'm constantly out of breath just getting your food. Just sitting up out of bed is really hard! How am I gonna keep you fed if I get as fat as you?"
Charlotte swallowed and patted her much larger pale gut covering her lap. "I-*Huff* don't know."
She brushed the golden hair out of her face. "But I think we're beyond the point of no return."
"W-what do you mean?" Marie felt her palms sweat. "I'm plenty mobile! And so are you! It's just a little fat. That's all!"
Charlotte grinned and grabbed Marie's hand. "I defied my father's orders once now, *urp*. We have already done what I never thought I could do." She looked Marie in the eye and spoke calmly. "If you want to take a break, I can hire more maids. I'm excited to make this leap with you."
Charlotte beckoned her closer. Marie leaned in till her ear was at Charlotte's lips. "The bridge is crossed Marie. Who cares? I know you don't want to stop." Her hot breath singed Marie's ear.
Marie felt her blood surge. A smile creeped across her face as her worries burned away. This was far more than what she bargained for, but Charlotte was right. She didn't want to stop. She couldn't. If anything she felt like this was only the beginning.
Charlotte kissed her cheek. "Eat as much as you want, Marie. I'll be ok."
Marie turned her head and kissed Charlotte on the lips pushing her back against her pillows and the headboard of the bed. From where she was standing she pressed everything she could into Charlotte. She needed more. She needed to feel all fat and warmth against her own.
Charlotte's surprise washed away in the heat of Marie's lips and body pressing against her. Who could believe such a small chubby girl could pack so much passion in such a short frame. Charlotte felt her heart race and closed her eyes.
Charlotte felt like she was in free fall, like there was nothing under their two fat entwined bodies. As if their sweaty masses careened off a cliff of bad choices down to whatever lie below. She felt so lost, but she also knew exactly where she was going. Marie's hand grabbed at her larger belly, groping and kneading handfuls of fat around her waist. Charlotte gasped. It must have been a full minute since she last took a breath.
Marie moved down to Charlotte's neck for more kisses. Charlotte glanced at the giant cart of food near the bed then down at Marie's ample rear and pudgy belly squishing out against her own. She was hungry, but she had an idea.
She grabbed Marie's hips and hoisted her squarely on top of her. The smaller girl didn't even seem to notice and kept tickling her chins.
In one quick motion, Charlotte rolled over, pinning Marie under a mess of belly and breasts, and with all her might, sat back onto Marie's pelvis. On her knees, her belly spilled out between her legs onto Marie, obscuring most of the smaller girl's belly.
Marie was panting hard flat on the bed. She didn't know what was going on yet, but she trusted Charlotte. besides, with Charlotte on top she didn't have much choice but to submit.
"What's- *Ahh* what's up Char?" Marie asked, her hands moving to embrace Charlotte's belly again. It looked like it needed to be squeezed.
Charlotte looked a little nervous, but smiled. "I-I feel like you've been working so hard to keep me growing, and I love that. But I want to return the favor."
"But I got that for you! I like spoiling you!"
Charlotte bounced a little on top of Marie to really feel each other, her fupa grinding on Marie's little pot belly.
"And you've done such a good job! But that feeling you just can't control yourself around food…. I know what that's like… and I want to help you. I want to spoil you too."
Marie thought about it and nodded, her head shaking. Point of no return indeed. She couldn't deny she loved to eat. She loved the taste of this food almost as much as she loved fat girls, but she shifted a little. This was a new direction. Where would it end?
The words escaped her mouth before she knew it. "Feed me Charlotte. Feed me 'till I'm as big as you!"
***
Marie opened her eyes and sighed, her face covered in chocolate. She glanced down at her belly that rose up from her middle under the sheets and obscured her feet. It was getting bigger. She tried to weasel away from the mountain of a belly next to her and did her best to ignore the thoughts of concern for the future. It was going to be ok. Charlotte could deal with it.
The sun had risen and was shining across the entire room, except for the shadow Charlotte's figure made and Marie loved to hide under it. At night it made her feel so safe and warm. In the morning she could shield her tired eyes from the morning light a little longer.
Eventually she had to get up though. Once Charlotte's giant belly started rumbling she knew she had to hurry but it sounded like she still had plenty of time. Marie gave Charlotte a quick peck on her cheek and heaved herself out of bed. It was time to get to work.
As she returned with her spoils, she heard the faint toll of bells in the distance. It must have been coming from the large tower in the center of the palace miles away in the clouds, but Marie couldn't figure out why. Today the golden halls felt quieter and more empty than usual. The sound lingered. It had been awhile since she felt this small in the palace.
She carried on toward Charlotte's room when she saw the stiff march of the scar faced women closing the door behind her as she left. Marie caught her eye. The woman nodded back with an uncertainty and heaviness Marie didn't like.
The King and Queen had passed. Charlotte was Queen.
Time moved slowly for Marie over the next few days. The emptiness that filled the palace continued into Charlotte's room and between the two girls themselves like a thick fog.
Marie tried to comfort her while still doing her job. She couldn't shake the feeling she didn't know what to do, and for once, their regular feeding sessions stopped.
Marie's heart sank when Charlotte was commonly needed elsewhere by the high ministers and Marie wasn't invited. It wasn't that she had any interest in the meetings themselves. She didn't. It was the principle she didn't like. She decided not to say anything for now, but it burned her up inside. A feeling of guilt racked her too. Would Charlotte ever forgive her after convincing her to do what she did?
Finally the time came for the end of the King's procession in the main temple to the god of the sun. Marie felt uncomfortable just being in the gaudy, golden hall. Despite its splendor of gold and deep blue lapis lazuli, the inside was designed to make one feel like a tiny ant near the sun. Looking up at the ceiling was almost painful at times, though it included some of the best ornate architecture in the kingdom. Monuments to the king's many victories in combat loomed over the huddled masses within, with statues of the king himself clad in armor gazed upward to the central skylight.
Marie watched from behind the main altar at the front row of the fattest fatties nestled in their couches. It was the only thing that could fit most of them. Maids and butlers buzzed around them, keeping the fat women eating something at all times. It was strangely beautiful. Marie just wished she was seeing them under more jubilant circumstances. This was probably just how some of them lived day to day.
Charlotte waddled her way in wearing her best navy blue dress along with a flowing cloak that covered her shoulders. Even though Marie had seen her wear similar outfits before–even seen her in armor in front of thousands of soldiers–this felt like a different Charlotte, someone even Marie felt intimidated by. She stepped with a power and strength Marie had rarely seen.
The crowd caught sight of Charlotte and gasped. She was far larger than she was at the parade. This time she was also much closer to judging eyes. Her belly wobbled slightly as she found her firm footing on the stone floor. Marie worried just how strong that dress was. Even with all the proper preparations made it was plenty tight around her chest and middle. What a wondrous belly it was, so big and round, wide and full, hanging over her waist on all sides. Marie was struggling to stay focused and felt guilty for her thoughts at a time like this.
Charlotte remained unperturbed and carried on with the procession as practiced. At the end, Queen Charlotte walked out alone.
Chapter 8
Marie sulked at the foot of her small bed with a small try of stolen sweets. She clung to a letter from Charlotte in one hand and stuffed her face with a small chocolate torte with the other. The procession happened a few days ago, but the letter that had arrived still burned like she had seen it for the first time today.
By order of the new queen, new maids were swiftly hired and Marie was freed of her duties to the crown. Also, according to the letter, she was still free to live in the palace, and do as she pleased for as long as she wished, but that felt like it was out of pity more than anything Marie thought. The important thing was she was no longer required to bring Charlotte her meals. That line alone broke her. She hadn't bothered to see Charlotte about it. There was no point. The message was clear. Charlotte did hate her.
She stuffed another tort into her face. For the past few days, all she had done was eat. The sugar and flavor of the royal baked goods were just about the only thing that could consol her. Plus she needed a constant supply to keep her mind occupied. But eventually she'd stop and the pain and sadness would return even stronger. She swore she had put on 20 pounds from the grief alone already and her pain wasn't going away anytime soon.
"It's all because I can't help myself." She cried into a chocolate croissant. "All I think about is fat girls. Why am I like this? Charlotte is more important than some land whales." she finished the croissant and her mind started to drift.
"Uhh land whales." She plucked a chocolate almond from her bowl and tossed it in her mouth, her eyes rolled over.
"Dang it. I'm doing it again. Gods I'm such an idiot." She threw her head in her hands feeling some tears in her eyes. "She must hate me. I made her disobey her father in his final moments just because I was horny! So stupid!"
She grabbed her last few macaroons and silenced her own words with their sweetness. Her hands mindlessly searched for more, but found none. "D-damn it." She picked through the crumbs peppered around the top of her belly and the little fold at her belly button. "Now what."
What else could she do but continue to fill the void in her heart with sugar? It was only natural. Going back to the kitchen was a pain. It always reminded her of Charlotte and that great first day, but it also meant she needed clothes, and those had been getting rather snug as of late.
The small dark room was comforting too, much better than those enormous halls that just felt lonely. With a sigh, she reluctantly snagged her dress from the bedpost. It snagged over her chest, but a quick downward tug got it past. Again It stuck at the top of her belly. This time it required a bit more force, and she sucked her stomach in as far as it could.
*Floop*
The first part was clear, but there was no point trying to get it down any further. The bottom roll of her belly was more comfortable, filling out the more roomy skirt part of the dress. The shoulders of the dress also felt way too tight, but she shifted the fabric around to be as comfortable as it could. It just had to cover her body anyway.
Chefs bustled around the kitchen in their typical way. Over the last few days, Marie had noticed a few new faces here and there, as well as the absence of several others. Things seemed more and more lively and active since Charlotte had become queen. The kitchen in particular cranked out large meat dishes like Marie had rarely seen only a week ago. She didn't dwell too much on that thought, but it was intriguing.
Most of the staff still recognized Marie and nodded to her as she wandered through, looking and tasting as she perused her options.
She felt her belly grumble like a hungry wolf in search of more. Even after eating down her grief all night and morning, there was still plenty of room. What was the point of holding back anymore? If she didn't have Charlotte to feed, then at least she had free access to the greatest kitchen in the kingdom. Maybe the world. So what if she got too big to do anything other than eat? It beat working on the farm or anywhere else. Sure, she might be a bit lonely, but she had learned that food was a good remedy for that.
Flecks of anger bubbled up amongst the sadness. A new resolve pried its way into her mind. Why shouldn't she take whatever she wanted? She had worked so hard for so long it was only right. It was only fair. She deserved it. She needed it.
But just to take was one thing. Why couldn't she order? She was better than just some sneaky rat. It would make things so much easier, too.
She tracked down the sous-chef, an older gentleman at the end of the room and tugged at his white jacket.
"Sous? May I make a request?"
He turned gracefully and nodded. "And it's chef now."
"Oh, nice. What can I order for myself?"
"As our humble guest, anything."
"Anything?" A mischievous smile crept over her puffy tear covered face.
Back in her room, the smell of dozens of delectable meat dishes filled the small space. Her eyes watered a little. She had a lot of feelings to chew through, and this would at least be a good start.
After a week she found herself struggling with her dress. At this point it had served her purpose. Runners from the kitchen were all she needed to send her orders in letting her wallow in her dark room alone with her food and piles of empty dishes. Some staff were starting to get nervous just getting near her door in fear a wild animal was loose in the palace. Others were worried about the occasional crying that could be heard echoing through the halls but no one dared to disturb the little maid. She would be out soon enough they figured. But how long was soon? Rommers she was keeping a wolf in her room, or that she was part wolf gained traction as the orders became bigger and bigger day after day. There was simply no way a girl so small could eat that much. But the older staff knew better. They had seen just how much Marie could eat when she was determined.
Besides, they had bigger fish to fry. Almost literally, in fact. The princess' personal meals were becoming larger than anyone but Miss Moreau had predicted. Unfortunately or fortunately, she was no longer here to give a smug "I told you so" to everyone who complained. And of course, only Miss Moreau really knew exactly what future awaited them and the new queen.
After the first week, there were already a dozen maids running food to the princess herself. Though most of that was to allow for proper rest and time off for all. But it was still a significant change. They were still plenty busy on the clock.
There was a powerful knock on her door that caused Marie to flinch. The food runners were so timid they knocked as if the door was a thousand degrees. She smudged her tears with her sleeve. "C-coming!" she said, hiding the tremble in her voice. A heavy leg thumped to the floor and then another. Silver platters littered the room and clanged at the sudden shock. A few preparatory breaths prepared her for the arduous task ahead. She leaned forward, her belly just touched her knees.
"Come on legs, if you're so big, how come you're so weak?" She hissed, grabbing her hips spilling out on her bed. On the bright side, it almost seemed like she was taller by just a little, but that was likely just the extra padding on her enormous ass. Getting up was a struggle, but finding her balance wasn't too bad. Her rear end and front pretty much canceled each other out at this point.
She tried to press her belly in to see her feet without much luck but that was fine, it was dark but she knew the route through the empty plates and cups. Her belly had expanded to the side more than it had out but it was still too big to really see much under where it hung. Step by step, it was a dance, the dance of an obese shut in.
She opened the old oak slowly and stopped at about a palm's width between it and the door frame. The pale glow of fat that hung there could have only been from one person: Charlotte. From there, her eyebrows perked up, and she wrenched the door open through the dishes.
She was huge. Marie couldn't take her eyes off the new queen that filled up her door frame. Her belly billowed out further than it had even a few weeks before, over her crotch and sides. Even though she stood half a pace back, her belly and breasts almost spilled into Marie's room. That belly button even looked deep enough to sink her forearm into. Maybe.
What also stood out to Marie was Charlotte's clothing choice. Or perhaps it was the fact she was wearing clothes that fit her body better than any before. Truly fitting for a Queen of her size. Her big pillow of a belly beamed uncovered, free to wobble as it pleased. While her breasts hung in white toga-like slings supported by gold chains trickling up behind her neck. Her labored breath caused the giants to rise and fall rhythmically, their pale sides exposed back to her arm. Her legs looked thicker too. The two tree tucks rubbed together under a flowing white and blue skirt with slits on the side for the widest part of her hips to jut out.
Charlotte's worried face stared her down. Marie regretted her decision, but there was no closing the door now.
"C-Charlotte!" She choked out. "You- You look huge!" She wanted to kick herself in the butt for that one, but her feet were glued in place.
"You too girl, but- *Huff* oh Gods. Are you ok? I've been worried sick!" Charlotte whipped her brow. Can I come in and sit? They've had me running around non-stop with meetings."
Marie nodded, it was a miracle a girl that big could fit through the door. Charlotte's booty wobbled past and Marie whipped the sweat off her own face. How did she get so big? Marie wondered.
Charlotte sat down on Marie's little bed, making it seem even smaller than it was. The room had not been built with people like Charlotte in mind, so it just looked odd to have someone so tall, large and grand in a room so average, brown and small.
"Ah that's better~" She sighed and the bed groaned under her. "Well first of all, that belly looks sooo cute on you!"
Marie looked at her dumbfounded. This was not at all what she had expected in the slightest.
"I- uh… Thank you?" Her voice trailed off while her hands anxiously squished her middle.
"Second. Are you ok? I'm really sorry I haven't been all there mentaly but I had a lot on my mind and a lot on my schedule. I just can't get away from those stupid ministers and advisors."
Marie swallowed the lump in her throat kept her tongue from working. "I- I thought you fired me." She felt her tears well up but forced them down.
Charlotte's blue eyes got wide and her hands darted to her mouth. "Fired you? Oh God's no! That wasn't my intention at all! I wanted to free you! Oh, oh no. oh gosh no. I'm so sorry. Come here. Come here." Her hands flailed wildly, then swung open and beckoned for a hug.
Marie's legs wobbled out of control and she felt herself collapse into Charlotte's open arms and doughy belly.
She felt her tears roll down onto Charlotte's soft form. Warmth wrapped around her along with the fat and she really began to cry.
They stayed like that for some time until Marie felt strong hands grab her waist and lift her till she rested between the large orbs of fat and her head cradled in Charlotte's neck. It felt so safe. So comfortable. What she would give for more of this. She turned a little, feeling her own belly against the top of Charlotte's. They were just meant for each other. Like a planet and its little moon. It just felt right. Her feet dangled somewhere near the bottom of Charlotte's belly. She smiled through the pain on her face. Being short had its perks. Charlotte reely had gotten big quick. Perhaps it was just her metabolism slowing, or she had those new maids working over time. Either way, she was more comfortable than ever.
"It's ok. It's ok. You're safe here with me." Charlotte murmured. Marie's tears had stopped but she didn't want to leave. Not until a rumble beneath her got her blood pumping. Being completely on top of it, Marie felt the tremor of Charlotte's belly like an earthquake that shook her to her core.
"Oh! I'm so sorry again, but I have a meeting with the war minister soon! Would you like to come back to my room? I got lots of treats around now!" Marie felt a chubby finger poke her middle. "And I think you could benefit from a little spoiling! Weren't we about to make you as big as me?" Charlotte said with a smile.
Marie figided a little, it was difficult to maneuver on top of so much person. It was making her mind run wild. So much belly, so much fat. Her cheeks felt hot. The tears from earlier evaporated in steam. This time it wasn't just Charlotte's fat that was getting her riled up. Her own belly, free to grow stuffed with fatty foods, chocolate, sweets and more. She wanted Charlotte bigger, yes but it was time to let her own figure grow a little. Not out of grief. But love. Hot sweaty fat love.
They waddled their way back to Charlotte's room, leaning on each other for support the whole way. Marie was almost shocked at how difficult moving about was with her additional weight, but with so much time confined to her bed, it was only natural.
Charlotte pushed her door open with her huge butt and the smells of the entire bakery hit them. The whole room was filled with decorative trays of hors d'oeuvres and sweets in anticipation of a massive party.
"Go on!" Charlotte huffed. "You can reach most of what you like from the bed and new maids are around if you need anything."
"Are you sure?" Marie was still somewhat in shock from earlier and this was just the cherry on top.
"Of course! You're gonna need the extra weight for the banquet in a month."
"Oh Gods that's in a month? Wait, why would I need to put on weight? I'm just going to be watching from the corner."
"You don't want to eat with them? I thought you would enjoy that way more."
"Well yes, that does sound nice." Marie's legs wobbled a little. They weren't used to holding this much weight for so long.
"Well good! I told them my sister would be joining us."
The whole room started spinning, and Marie grabbed onto the wall for stability. "What in Sol's name did you say?! Charlotte, we look nothing alike! How on earth did you think that would work?!"
Charlotte smiled and rubbed her belly. "I didn't, but why not… Princess?" She shrugged and leaned forward, kissing Marie's head. "My fat little princess. I have a lot of work to do so please eat up! I'll see you later tonight and we can talk more. Bye!" She turned and waddled off.
Marie sat on the edge of Charlotte's bed and flopped back. She needed some time to process everything. First of all, the last few weeks. Her tears started to form again. "Gods I'm so stupid… If I just talked with her… Ugg I'm the worst.'
And second. "And what in the sky father's name is she thinking? Princess Marie? I can't pretend to be a noble! I'm not even that fat!"
She angrily squished the soft mass on her middle. It actually did hide a significant portion of the far wall. Her boobs felt bigger too, easily filling her hand and more to spare. Her hips were way bigger than she previously thought, her lower body was probably over twice as wide as she was when she came here. The way she waddled when she walked. The way her belly slapped against the top of her thighs. Even the way it made her breathless in the short walk here. It was all so beautiful. No gold could compare.
The squishing and feeling helped wash her mind of her worries. Her fat, her belly, her hips, her boobs, tempted her. Her thoughts could wait.
Her breath got heavier. Her hands focused on her belly, kneading its gentle but immense softness. She wanted to get bigger. She wanted to get bigger for Charlotte, and for herself.
"I want it.. I need it. I need more." She reached out for a handful of macaroons nearby.
She felt so big, so heavy, so much fat on her little frame. And she absolutely loved it.
"I guess I know why Charlotte likes this." She huffed between the crumbs littering her face.
Maybe she could do this. Forgive herself that is. The noble thing would take some work. But she was well on her way.
Chapter 9
Marie laid on Charlotte's bed devouring the multitude of snacks that surrounded her. The room was always well stocked, so there was never a shortage of anything Marie (or Charlotte) might want at any given moment. With everything that could tempt her at her fingertips or in view from the bed, it was dangerously easy to give in to even the slightest desire.
Thin maids ran from place to place providing the necessary goodies and snacks for the hungry girl. Marie chuckled a little to herself as she watched them do their thing. Occasionally she caught one nibbling on a macaroon or something while they worked. She laughed to herself. They wouldn't be thin for long.
She couldn't shake the slight awkwardness she felt while watching the maids rush about. Was that what she had been like? Just a little twig running around? Perhaps. Would they end up like her? Hopefully. As proud as she was, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty to be where she was. Sure she'd lived a hard life, but how could she be sure these girls didn't too? Maybe they deserved to be spoiled and fed more.
None of them knew who she was in truth, and Marie was happy to keep it that way. As far as they seemed to know, Marie was who Charlotte said: a princess. She still wasn't sure what to think. She looked unrecognizable to the thin girl who came to this place over a year ago, but... princess?
She wondered what these new maids thought of her. Were they disgusted? Appalled at her obesity? Or were they like her, weirdos who were willing to do anything just to be around fat girls? The way they looked at her, she could tell there was probably a bit of a mix. That was just fine by her. The sharp eyes of judgment, mixed with the warm looks of admiration, were nice.
Her belly, now a little pale mound of fat resting on her thick thighs, was full to capacity at all times. Her wide hips squished out when she sat, providing more room for her tummy and far less room for her black panties that dug into her ass and thighs. Her breasts were still on the smaller side, which annoyed her to no end. Her brown hair had become richer and glossier to match the chocolate making up most of her diet. She easily snacked and binged constantly because of the plethora of food around her. 262 pounds hung nicely on her short 4'11 frame, mostly around her hips and belly, but she was fat and soft all over. She felt better than ever too. Powerful and dominant. At least, when she wasn't so overstuffed she couldn't move. Her belly and hips hung out proudly, though that was mostly out of laziness. It was too exhausting to bother with clothes.
Marie licked her lips as she finished off her third breakfast of the morning.
She couldn't decide if she preferred it sweet or savory. Bacon, sausages, eggs, plenty of bread and jam were all very good. But stacks of pancakes with whipped cream drenched in syrup held a special place in her heart. And stomach. So, she had two stacks of pancakes, but with extra bacon on the side of the last.
She flopped back on the bed as the maid took her dishes away. Her fat, pudgy stomach wobbled like jello in the sun as she stretched and twisted the kinks out of her curvy body. So this is what Charlotte feels like, she thought, rubbing her soft belly. I can't wait to stuff her and watch her beg for more!
She gave her fingers one last lick. There was still an essence of bacon fat and maple syrup. Her eyelids drooped. A nap to digest everything sounded perfect right now.
Just before sleep took her, the bedroom door slammed open loudly. Against her stomach's wishes, she tried to sit back up. She struggled under her new weight and full belly as she dug her elbows into the bed.
A brown-haired maid with a smile across her face pushed a large cake up to Marie.
"Complements of her majesty, the queen." The maid bowed with a twinkle in her eye.
"W-what?" Marie half smiled. Charlotte usually left her to her own devices, so this was new.
"It's a vanilla-rose cake, my lady. The queen sent it as a gift."
Marie shifted her bulk awkwardly on the bed. "That's very nice… but I'm a little full…" She massaged her bloated tummy. "Could you just leave it here?"
"Of course, princess!" the maid cheered. She pushed it an inch closer, then curtsied and left.
Marie looked at it with awe. She was full. But what could one more delicacy hurt? Her nap could wait. She scooted forward and picked out a piece.
Initially vanilla and rose, a spurt of raspberry hit her tongue. A thick fruit compote separated the layers of white cake resulting in a beautiful bite of a fresh summer day. It was good. Really good. Like everything else. And it was a gift from Charlotte.
Her stomach twinged and her breath shortened. She loved staying nice and full, but pushing past that left her a little more lethargic and wishing for a belly rub for her swollen tummy.
Marie felt the curious eyes of the maid caressing her round belly. Is this what Charlotte felt? she thought as she continued to chew. It felt like a spotlight shining down on her. She looked up and smiled back, but the maid jumped and scurried away. It's kinda nice.
She continued her meal until the excessive fullness started to get to her. Her arms felt heavy as she ate the last few pieces but she pushed on. Her nap would feel so nice if she could only finish–
The maid was back with more. A lone little honey cheesecake. Marie winced. She was so full, but she wouldn't be able to stop herself. She was going to finish that cake as long as it was near her.
Marie's mind went to work, though it was slowed by the amount of food in her stomach. Perhaps I could get this maid to eat it! I'm sure she'd love that! Oh to see this skinny little thing full and fat and-
The maid smiled again shyly and nudged the cake next to Marie's thigh. Marie's concentration shattered. "M-more from the queen my princess… oh, and here's a little something from me." The maid set a small diamond of baklava on her other side.
Marie stroked her big ball of a belly. It almost stretched to her knees now with a little bit of a red hue above her belly button. It growled and she licked her lips. She wanted it. She needed it.
Oh Gods… it looks so good… and I'm still hungry…
Marie sighed with a burp that stabbed at her gut. "Guess it's going to be one of those days," she said to herself. She scratched her taut belly and reached for the cheesecake. The maid grinned and backed away, watching as Marie mindlessly stuffs her face.
***
Charlotte sent more and more, with a few extra snacks from flustered maids. Marie ate everything they gave her without a second thought. No matter how full she got, she always found room for more. Even after she told herself she was done, something new arrived, and her willpower would crumble.
Marie ate amounts of food she previously considered to be impossible. She ditched any notions of what she thought was possible at this point. She couldn't believe how much she could eat even after feeling full. It was like she had never eaten before in her life, and now she had to non-stop consume to make up for it.
Her hands groped and squeezed at her own belly, just as they had with Charlotte.
She was unsure about the absolute butterball she was becoming. Sure, it was nice to be pampered. She didn't mind the extra pudge. But she had come here in search of fat girls with hopes of making some of them fatter. Not just herself.
She still knew she had a long way to go to even approach Charlotte's level, or even the barely mobile nobles, but she was more excited to see them than watch herself continue to grow.
It felt good eating in Charlotte's bed, though. Here she was, when only weeks ago she thought she had lost everything. But waking up to the queen's fat belly boosted her mood. She still felt like a bit of an idiot for what she had assumed, but it was clear to her that Charlotte had more than forgiven her for that. But the awkwardness still lingered.
In the evenings Charlotte would show up with a frustrated huff and wipe the day's frustration off her brow.
"How's my favorite girl doing?" she'd ask, throwing open the doors. Her big, pale mass of a belly wobbled and bounced.
"V-very full!" Marie choked out through a mouthful of cheesecake. Marie was already so stuffed from a day of lounging around eating that she felt like a prized pig at a county fair. With a pink hue covering her taut belly, she looked like it too. She rolled about on her back to give her overstuffed stomach the space it needed. Regardless of the immense effort it took to move, she inched to the edge of the bed, where she could sit up and greet Charlotte.
Charlotte waddled over with a cart of goodies as well as a couple porcelain pitchers that made Marie worry. She hastily finished the blueberry cheesecake she was working on and prepared herself for more.
Marie looked up at the imposing belly of Charlotte. It swayed like an apron with the bounce of the queen's hips. She was over 400 pounds of glistening, doughy fat. But Marie was sure she was well on her way to 500. Her height helped her carry it all, but she always seemed bigger each time Marie saw her. Marie felt her cheeks flush red as she watched the enormous belly jiggle.
Charlotte shoved a cake log into Marie's mouth. "You're just so cute when you eat!" She shoved the log further into Marie.
Marie's eyes glazed over. She was so unbelievably stuffed, and she knew Charlotte had much more planned for her, as always. Her stomach was already stuffed as tight as a drum, but she felt like she had no choice except to give in to Charlotte's whims.
"I just want to keep spoiling you and spoiling you!" The bigger girl loomed over her with a smile.
Marie chewed and swallowed, but Charlotte forced more of the cylinder. This is my life now, she thought. Drool and cream streaked down her face. Her belly itched; it was so tight. All day, she had been sent dish after dish, even after she had already filled herself up form her own gluttonous escapades and poor decisions.
Now, here she was, at the end of the day. Getting fed until she was too stuffed to think. How did this happen? I've become the straight up feedee! This isn't right! she asked through the pain in her stomach.
"T-thank you Charlotte.*Huff* You're fun to feed too! Could we-"
"Aw don't worry!" Charlotte pressed her big belly against Marie. Pain welled up at first, but it was soon followed by pleasure. Marie focused on the feeling of their fat squishing together.
Oh my Gods, she's so fucking fat! Holy shit, that's so hot! She's fucking enormous! She just keeps eating and eating and- Oh Gods, I'm gonna hurl.
Charlotte wiggled her hips, letting her fat bounce against Marie. For her own sake, Marie let herself fall back against the bed. But Charlotte was still able to reach over and force the rest of the log down her throat. Marie's fingers worked her way under her belly to her fupa. Charlotte was almost on top of her, held up by one thick arm near her head.
"I'm eating plenty!" She jiggled. "You know I can't stop! " Marie winced as Charlotte's soft flab pressed down on Marie's taut belly.
"Ah yeah- *Ah* I can see that." Marie struggled.
"But you!" She poked Marie's button nose. "Need as much as you can get!" Charlotte smiled.
"Thanks- *Erp!* But-"
"No buts! You need to eat if you're going to be a proper princess!"
"But I'm not! I'm-" Charlotte silenced her with a waterfall of heavy cream. Marie reluctantly gave in before it drowned her or made a mess.
Charlotte smiled. "You're going to need the extra weight if you're going to be dining with the nobles soon!"
Marie kept gulping it down but her mind was elsewhere. The dinner! That's right.
"I've been stuffing myself quite a bit. I know how much you like it." Charlotte's voice felt as deep and rich as the cream. "But I wanna feed you too. I wanna watch you balloon up, fatter and fatter. My fat princess."
Marie's belly groaned and strained as her skin continued to stretch. Charlotte stopped pouring. Marie gasped for air, her breath short and labored.
"Do you feel it, Marie? Do you feel yourself getting fatter? Do you feel that buzzing in your head? Between your legs? In your stomach?"
"Y-yeah." Marie relaxed and opened her mouth like a baby bird begging for more. Charlotte poured again. Marie felt her head tilt back as she opened her throat as wide as it could go while still keeping her stomach's contents under control.
She chugged it down like it was the last drop of water in the desert. When it stopped, she savored the rich, fatty cream on her tongue as long as she could. Swirling it around as she sucked she sucked it down.
Charlotte got up and some of the pressure released. Granted, she still felt like she was on the verge of exploding. She looked down with a giddy smile at the glossy mound while her feet dangled uselessly over the edge of the bed. Her face was red with fluster. She almost felt drunk. Her stomach felt so full she wasn't sure if it had just gone numb, but the buzzing in her head and between her legs hadn't stopped.
A hand tickled the soft underside of her belly. "Aren't you a happy little piggy?" Charlotte cooed.
"Yesh- *Hic* ma'am."
"Tehe~ After all you've done for me~" Charlotte lifted up her belly fold and let it slap back down. "I'm going to give back a hundredfold. Just let yourself give in."
"Thanks *Hic* but you don't have to-"
"Now open up, I got one more pitcher of heavy cream!"
"Oh, *Hic* ok."
***
Marie lifted her pudgy belly in the mirror and let it fall. She watched her fat dance and jiggle.
"I guess I could live with this." She spun around. She definitely felt wider. Charlotte's two weeks of aggressive feeding had done a number on her figure. Her belly filled out wide to join the fat on her hips, which gave her a very stout figure.
Her back fat formed lovely little folds that flopped when she spun and hopped. She gave a little curtsy, but without a skirt to hold, she gripped the side of her belly where it was once just love handles. Her boobs jiggled ever so slightly in the little black bra she had been using for awhile now.
How disappointing, she thought, giving them a squeeze. Her hips and belly seemed to be growing so well together, but they had left her chest in the dust.
She frowned. If she was going to get really fat, it could at least go to the right places.
"Why did I have to look so meh?" She pouted, trying to squeeze her chest together to invent some new cleavage.
A loud burp and a door echoed behind her.
"I think you look amazing! Oh gosh look at your butt! It's huge!"
Charlotte thumped over and gripped the sides of Marie's wide hips. Marie's whole body wobbled in surprise.
"Look at all that beautiful fat! Gosh, you're looking so big and plump!"
Marie blushed, her head dipped to hide her frown budding into a smile.
"Ch-Charlotte!" Marie whined to her second chin. Charlotte's big belly pressed against Marie's backside. Marie could feel just how full Charlotte's belly was through all the fat.
"Did you already eat?" Marie wiggled her butt. "You know I was looking forward to feeding you!" The smaller girl huffed.
Charlotte gave an annoyed smirk. "Well, I got hungry!"
"And you ate the entire bakery empty?!"
"What? Haha, just a few cakes and tables of pastries! Just a snack! I think it was you who ate the bakery. Haha."
Marie turned around to face the belly head on with a stern finger. "It doesn't feel like just a snack to me! I'm feeding you that cart of cakes, like it or not!"
Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "You of all people should know my answer to that. I'm sure I could fit a few more pastries in!" She laughed. "One condition."
"Yes, Charlotte?"
"You have to eat half. Then I'm getting the heavy cream."
Marie gulped.
"I-I don't know. I'm feeling pretty full already. I didn't want to be thinking about food while I was feeding you."
"That's fine!" Charlotte waddled over to the bed and took a seat. The whole thing creaked like a dying animal. If it hadn't been made from iron wood, it likely would have broken by now when the two girls were on it together. "The more we can stuff in your belly, the better! You only got a week or so to go! What are you now? 290? 295? Trust me, you'll want to be as big as you can when you see the Nobles! 300 is a good goal!"
"Haha sure. But I think you just like seeing me so full I can't move! And I'm 287, thanks to you. I swear, there's almost never a moment I'm not stuffed to the gills. I can't believe how fat I've gotten so quick-"
"ONLY 287?! YOU GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!" Charlotte yelled, slapping the bed next to her thigh. She caught Marie off guard.
Marie did as she was told. She waddled over to Charlotte as fast as her tree trunk legs could carry her. As soon as she plopped her big butt down next to the Queen, a piece of chocolate cake squeezed into her mouth.
"No more walking about for you! I'll tell the staff. You are to stay in bed and eat! That's it! Promise me!"
Marie let the chocolate slide down her throat. She knew she should be worried, completely at the mercy of an excited Charlotte. But she felt something inside her just go. "O-ok. I'll be good! I'll eat whatever you want me to!"
More cake. Marie felt herself cradled by the big, fat arm of Charlotte. Her little belly gurgled in anger as it was packed fuller.
"Good girl. Good girl. Eat eat~ Be a good girl and get nice and fat for me~"
Chapter 10
Marie stepped onto the scale. Her belly squished against the metal pole on the front. She shook with anticipation. She stood almost nude with only her small black panties and bra. The panties were next to useless, since her belly had covered her front, and they were also stretched so thin they were nearly in shreds. They almost disappeared into the pillowy fat around her waist and rear. Her bra felt a bit tighter, but she knew it was likely just the extra back fat. She itched her belly along one of the stretch marks curving along the underside of her protruding gut. It gowled quietly as Marie groaned. Her breakfast had been immense, and carrying all that fat and carbs was exhausting.
A thin, blonde maid jittered as she moved the weights just above Marie's head. Sweat dripped off her chin onto Marie's belly, where it slid around her belly button and off the edge of her gut.
"S-sorry miss."
Marie gave a soft half smile and watched the weights move from one end of the balance to the other.
*Klack*
100 pounds.
*Klack Klack*
200 pounds. The anticipation bubbled in Marie's chest.
*Klack*
250. The maid slid the small weight over little by little. The bubbling was getting worse.
300. The balance refused to budge. Marie's jaw dropped. A loud burp escaped and she quickly cupped her mouth.
At this point the maid was hyperventilating with her..
I'm heavier than 300 pounds? How!? She thought. Her belly groaned. Oh right. She giggled.
The maid moved the weights around until the balance leveled out.
"T-three hundred and five pounds."
"305?" Marie repeated quietly lifting up her belly just a little as to not disturb her stomach. "Why is that so hot…"
"S-shall we get you sized for your new dress miss?"
Marie shook her head out of the clouds. "Y-yes! Of course!"
***
The maid squished her face against Marie's gurgling gut. It was almost lunch time.
"Just a little further~!" The maid strained as she tried to pass the measuring tape behind Marie's back.
Marie blushed red. She knew she should feel embarrassed, and she was, but having someone struggle this hard to reach around her body turned her on so much.
The big girl fanned herself while the maid worked. She hoped her fluster was just from the exertion of standing for so long with her belly loaded with food. That thought only made her warmer. Gods, why didn't I do this with Charlotte more?
"59 inches around the hips, my princess."
"59 inches? *Huff* Are you sure?*Heff* Wait, is that-"
"Y-your height miss."
"Dear the Sky Father… I'm- *Huff* as big around as I am tall!" *(According to some sources, Queen Victoria herself was as wide or wider then she was tall in her later years with a waist reaching 50-60 inches in the late 1890's).
Marie ran her hands over her large behind. The softness and size intoxicated her. What a spoiled and rotund princess she had turned out to be. Cellulite dimpled her fat butt and continued down her thighs. The fat on the inside of her thighs had continued to make it difficult to walk, though she hadn't done much of that lately. Her belly continued to spill further out in all directions, with some big, fat love handles that added to her overall width. With most of her massive gut protruding out, it felt like she was carrying a boulder strapped to her front. Since she gained so much weight so quickly, her muscles struggled with simple things like just standing.
"Can- *Huff* Can I sit down now?" Marie's legs wobbled.
"Not yet!" The Maid looked up, her face flustered. Her breath was heavy as Marie's. "I need your waist and bust!"
Marie let out an exasperated sigh. "Well hurry upI I'm hungry!"
"O-of course! Please keep your arms up, miss." The maid fumbled with her tape, trying her best to move it up around Marie's gurgling middle.
Marie's shoulders screamed and she grit her teeth. Only a few seconds had passed, but it felt like an eternity. The maid was again face first in Marie's belly as her hands fiddled with the tape behind her back. "Can I- *Ahh* put them down now?!" There wasn't much patience left in her voice.
"Almost. Just need to get over this roll-"
"Ahh~ hurry!"
The maid pulled back just as Marie's arms fell.
"Ah, um, 50 inches," the maid said.
*Huff* Marie stumbled a little but keeped her head up in a dominant demeanor. "Thank the Gods, could you have taken any longer?!"
"I-I still need to do your bust."
"Ugg fine. I'll put my hands on my hips, but I'm not lifting them again, ok?"
She propped her hands on her love handles and let the maid shimmy the tape up to her chest. Her chest felt so small by comparison. Her breasts were the only thing not proverbially spilling out. "I don't know why you bother. I doubt they've changed much," Marie spat through her labored breath.
"That's not true. I'm measuring a few inches bigger than before!"
Marie smirked. "Oh, wow, a whole few inches! *Huff* Great, What a big deal! Oh I can't wait to tell Charlotte how fat my back is getting!"
The maid nodded with a faint smile and pulled the measuring tape off Marie. Marie let out a sigh and her legs wobbled again. She fell slightly forward only to be caught by the girl in a big embrace, and the front of Marie's belly engulfed her.. The maid grunted loudly as she braced her back legs and began hyperventilating.
"Ha~ Ah- Miss Marie! A-are you ok!" She struggled to get out her words between breaths.
Marie looked shocked, but an embarrassed anger creeped across her face.
"I- Ah! I'm fine! I'm fine lemme go! I can strand fine!" She pushed against the maid but her arms were so weak it was like a fly brushing against a wall. When did this happen?! She thought, straining with all her might to keep her legs under her. I knew I was fat, but when did it get this bad?
The maid pushed, pressing hard into Marie's belly. The softness seemed to be almost swallowing her whole. Slowly, Marie tottered upright and wobbled backwards for a second before finding her footing.
"I-I think *ha* I should *huff* sit down now." Marie commanded, both ladies worked their way to the bed with the maid struggling under Marie's flabby arm.
Marie thumped down on the bed and rubbed her belly while gasping for air.
"Oh God this is so hard, *ah* I need a snack."
The maid let go of Marie and fanned her red face. "O-of course! What do you want? I-i can get you anything!"
Marie rubbed her tummy and caught her breath. It spilled onto her thighs and still looked a little full from breakfast, but the gurgling made it clear it was in desperate need of more after so much excursion.
"I want-" She huffed. "I need some roast pheasant, maybe a couple peacocks, some pork pies, and a cake or two."
The maid straightened up in spite of her fatigue. "Yes ma'am!"
***
Marie mindlessly scarfed down everything she was brought, not noticing the several extra dishes that were placed in front of her. If she did, she didn't mind.
"So-" she puffed waiting for the maid to place a new something in front of her. "Do you have a name?"
The maid nodded with a shy smile. "Daisy, my name is Daisy."
"Well Daisy, *Huff* do you like working here?"
"Y-yes, it's been a pleasure to work for you and the queen."
Marie tried to laugh but what came out was more of a burp. "*Hurp* I-I can tell, haha. *Urp*"
"W-what do you mean by that?" Daisy stuttered.
Marie gave the girl a proper look over. She was thin compared to herself and Charlotte, but that wasn't hard to do. She filled out her maid uniform well, carrying a little pudge around her tummy. Her skirt dug into her thighs a little more than it should have and her chest bounced like she was in need of a better bra soon.
Marie smiled. "Well *Huff* let's just say a princess has her ways!~ *Ha*" She grabbed herself another pork pie.
She wiped her face from the grease and fat that she had come to expect from royal meals. It didn't matter what they made, it was always so rich and delicious. Truly a meal fit for a queen or a princess of her girth.
Her belly gurgled now in excess instead of hunger, her stomach trying fruitlessly to get her to slow down. It was too late. The feeling of fullness she chased always seemed just out of reach. And she was full. She had long passed full two peacocks and five partridges ago. But that didn't matter. She still needed more.
Daisy offered some honey cake which Marie instinctively took. Her skin stretched as she squeezed more down her throat. Her balloon of a belly swelled out in front of her, so taut her veins were almost visible at the furthest reaches of her overstuffed belly.
Marie choked down the last of the honey cake and leaned back on her hands with a huff. "I- I might have gone a bit far there~ *Ah* Sorry~ Can you *Ah~* rub my belly for me?"
Daisy looked at her frozen with sweat on her brow. "I-I guess…"
Just as Daisy's hands touched Marie's boated fat gut, a slam opened the door.
Charlotte strode in with a plethora of staff, all with carts and trays of sweets, and a pitcher of cream.
"Who's ready for lunch?" she sang, her fat hips wobbling as she walked. Her belly knocked against her thighs, creating a slapping sound that echoed through the room.
Marie's eyes sparkled with glee. It was like she had already forgotten about the immense amount of food in her belly. Her whole attention was captivated by the promise of more.
She licked her lips. "More. *Ah~* I gotta eat more. *Ah~*"
Charlotte's expression didn't change. In fact, she only smiled harder at the sight.
"Looks like someone got a little carried away!" Charlotte laughed. "Good job Daisy! Your lunch is in the kitchen, you'll know which one."
Daisy pulled back and licked her fingers. "Y-yes miss."
She bowed and scampered off, her soft butt bouncing as she ran.
Marie turned her full attention to the fest coming for her and Charlotte. She found herself almost panting with excitement. She widened her legs to give her bloated stomach more room.
Charlotte waved the rest of the staff off but never let her eyes of Marie sitting there helplessly stuffed.
"Aw, did someone eat a little too much? Did you lose all self control?" she teased while next to Marie.
Charlotte leaned down and licked the grease off the corners of Marie's mouth. Marie was still breathing hard into Charlotte's face.
"Mmm… Pork pies. Good choice." Charlotte grinned and kissed Marie on the lips.
"Do you want more?" Charlotte asked, giving the overstuffed girl's chin a lick.
Marie gasped; she felt like she was going to explode, but nothing sounded better than eating more. "I~ I~ do! I want more! I want you to keep feeding me! I love being stuffed like this! I want to be like this all the time!"
Charlotte smiled and gave her own belly a squeeze. She was getting hungry, too. "What a good girl! I'm so proud of you! Open up!"
A pitcher of heavy cream appeared at her lips, as well as Charlotte's hand on her chin.
"Aren't you full?" Charlotte teased as she slowly poured the rich liquid into Marie.
Marie struggled to get her arms up and grabbed the pitcher from Charlotte's hands. She turned it up and chugged the entire thing in one big gulp. Her tongue danced around the spout as she licked up every last drop until there was nothing left and the pitcher fell to her side.
"*Hah~* More! *Ha~* More please!"
Charlotte looked surprised but her horny smile came back quickly. She ran her hand over the reddest part of Marie's belly. "Aww, you really can't get enough, can you? What a greedy little princess you are! Don't worry Marie. There's plenty where that came from!"
Charlotte grabbed another pitcher, and Marie held her hand high. This time, Charlotte brought it to her own lips and drank it down as Marie looked on with sad eyes. The queen put her other hand in her belly button and gave her belly a shake letting the sound of sloshing food reverberate in the room.
"Ah~ that's better." She slapped her belly. "Gotta keep my energy up for this. Looks like I got a lot of work to do! Haha," she giggled.
Marie had completely let herself go. There was no more hesitation left in her short fat body. Even at her fullest, all she could think of was more food for her bulging belly.
***
The day of the dinner had come. Marie was fitted in a new dress that was already feeling a bit tight around the hips and waist. She ignored it and focused on her main obsession. More fat girls and food. Here was her chance to witness the fattest of the fattest eat themselves silly. And yet, all she could do was worry.
The room they had chosen was gorgeous and huge, like most of the rooms in this part of the castle. The large gathering hall was decorated with white marble and more silver than gold. A large blue carpet filled out the center of the room where the main long table sat empty. Around it were several smaller round tables and chairs for guests to freely mingle and eat their appetizers sitting down. Along the sides of the room were long tables laden with food of all kinds, plates of hors d'oeuvres, sweets, and towering cakes that reached to the ceiling.
Marie peaked out behind a door in the far back of the room. People milled about around the food and little tables. She darted back out and touched her hair.
"Still in place," she whispered. As a maid, she hadn't bothered to do much with her hair besides brushing it back, but now, it was actually done up like Charlotte's. Marie smiled awkwardly. She at least looked like a princess.
Her hands ran over her dress. It was immaculate, but she felt weird to wear clothes again after so long. She wondered if the larger nobles had similar thoughts. She wore a white dress similar to many of Charlotte's with folds of fabric hugging her hips and butt, but it thankfully stayed loose around her middle–for now anyway. The only issue she had with it was the way it made her chest look almost non-existent. She wasn't flat anymore, that at least was something to be proud of, but with all this fabric and her belly taking most of the glory, they kinda just disappeared into irrelevance.
She looked around the hall she was in for any sign of Charlotte but was disappointed to not see or hear anything thumping toward her. She didn't want to enter alone.
"Where is she?" Marie asked, stomping her foot. She paced in front of the door, but her heavy belly grumbled angrily. She grimaced. She couldn't just go in without Charlotte, but seeing all that beautiful food laid out made her so incredibly hungry.
"I'll just stop by the kitchen for a quick snack." Marie waddled along, rubbing her belly.
The kitchen was close by, so she didn't have to get far, but her feet started to hurt after only a few paces. She was almost out of breath when she got to the doors and heard something big on the other side eating. Marie pushed the door open weakly and gazed at Charlotte.
The big queen was seated near the end of one of the metal prep tables scarfing down everything in front of her at lightning speed. An apron was the only thing protecting her own white dress from the onslaught of meat and pastries flying into her mouth.
Her belly swelled out in her lap from the fat and the food.
Marie watched her silently and felt her heart rate increase. What a belly…
She shook her head to focus on the task at hand. "Charlotte!" She yelled. "What are you doing?!"
Charlotte jumped a little and turned to Marie. "Ha~ Hi Marie! Just taste testing, Ha~ oh it's all so good! Come on! You gotta try the fritters." She beckoned Marie over and pointed to a free stool near her.
Marie waddled her way over and put a hand on Charlotte's side looking at her in aw. Her dress felt tight around her torso.
Charlotte looked away shyly. "I guess I kinda got carried away again, haha."
Marie poked at the big girl's gut feeling the tightness inside. "So much food…" She took a step closer, and her own belly squished against Charlotte's.
Marie's face grew bright red.
Charlotte giggled. "Someone getting distracted, huh?"she said, stuffing a butter soaked bread roll in her mouth. "Ow a bout you have somethin too?"
Marie looked around at all the food. She was a little hungry. Surely a few snacks wouldn't hurt before the big dinner?
She plopped down on the stool next to Charlotte and grabbed some of the potato fritters. She took a bite and her eyes lit up. "Oh my Gods these are good! I-I need more! Now!"
She kept filling her arms with more while Charlotte laughed. "There's plenty! Don't worry! Just enjoy them!"
Maire nodded. Her mouth was packed full.
Together, the two girls ate like pigs. Marie at least did her best to not get anything on her outfit but her face was a mess.
"Oh my belly~" Charlotte groaned. Her arms struggled to reach the table with so much of her overfilled belly in the way.
Marie rubbed hers and kept eating. She started to feel full herself, but that didn't slow her down in the slightest. Full was just the beginning. The starting point. She needed much more than full. She deserved much more than full.
Servants and cooks came by and restocked the girls' food without a word. Marie nodded when they did but didn't let it interrupt her eating.
Marie felt her belly fill her dress. Uhg this is why I don't like clothes… she thought. She panted loudly. Breathing was getting harder.
A hand touched her shoulder and Marie looked up to see Charlotte looking like she swallowed a cow.
Her words were breathy and hot. "Ha~ Marie… Ha~ we should… Ha~ we should go… Dinner time…"
Chapter 11
"And if they [the nobles and many of their servants] do not have 20 varied meat dishes at dinner and supper, they consider themselves slighted."
—Thomas Starkey, Oxford lecturer, c1529
Marie rubbed her swollen belly and shifted on her stool. It felt so small under her huge butt. How long have we been eating?! she wondered.
Charlotte offered her hand, and Marie took it with an exhausted smile.
"T-thank you Charlotte." Marie forced herself up on her thick legs with Charlotte's help. She couldn't believe that Charlotte had an easier time moving with so much more weight to carry. Granted she had been bigger for longer.
"I have something to admit to you Marie… That wasn't the first time I've hid in the kitchen like that. Ha~"
Marie looked up at her curiously. "You mean… you're not just in meetings all day? You're just stuffing yourself in the kitchen?"
"*Huff* Y-yeah… I'm sorry, but I just *Huff* I can't help it… Ha~"
"Well that does explain how you got so big so quick. Haha." Marie giggled. "I can see why you were banned from there for so long!"
The two fat girls leaned on each other as they cradled their overstuffed bellies. Walking down the hall was slow. The sounds of Charlotte's sloshing belly echoed in Marie's ears. It was almost the size of herself. It was just so big and jiggly. Marie couldn't help herself from leaning into the queen's side to feel all her glorious fat more. Meanwhile Charlotte was solely concerned with continuing to breathe and walk.
"You know Ha~ Marie… I can't believe how big we've gotten… Ha~ it's so amazing to think when you came here you were under a hundred pounds… Ha~ and now you're struggling to walk… Ha~"
Marie giggled and rubbed her comparably small tummy. "Ha~ Y-yeah. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you." She kissed a random roll that might have been a part of Charlotte's breast. "H-how heavy are you now anyway?~"
Charlotte smiled and groaned. "I… *Huff* I think… 600 ish?" she stopped and itched her belly. "But I swear I ate like 50 pounds of food haha~"
Marie looked beet red and huffed from excitement. " 6-600? That's insane… and so hot! I-I love how big and sloshy your belly has gotten too! You must be so full!~"
Charlotte exhaled in amusement. "Ha~ the sloshing just means I still have more room left Ha~"
Marie was so excited that she could barely contain her fluster. She gave her own belly an intense rub. She's so big and yet she's going to eat MORE?!
She gave Charlotte a playful nudge. "I think I feel some room in there haha!"
Charlotte wobbled on her flabby tree trunk legs. Her arms flailed but she caught her balance on the golden pillars on the wall. "H-hey! Ha~" she gasped. "Wa~ Watch it!"
"S-sorry, sorry, I *Huff* just… Sorry."
"I'm fine haha~" She steadied herself and keeped trudging along. "I hope you Ha~ have some room left too! Ha~ These dinners usually go on for hours!"
Marie glanced nervously at her gut protruding out. She had really let herself go in the kitchen back there, and now she had to eat what might be the biggest dinners of her life. Could she manage?
A man in crimson stood near the door and tapped his foot impatiently. When both girls got close he simply nodded and stood at attention.
"Your majesty. We were getting worried. It is almost time for the meal."
Charlotte forced herself into a more regal posture and nodded back. "Then I'm on time. Let's go, Starkey."
He swung open the doors and ushered the girls in. Marie stayed back as Charlette went ahead, but she still followed close behind.
She stood on a slightly raised stage next to Charlotte in front of a small crowd of incredibly fat noblewomen. Marie did her best to keep a strong stance, but as hard as she tried, her legs wobbled. There were so many eyes on her that she started to regret not backing out sooner. She just wanted this part to be over so she could get back to eating.
The man in crimson stood on the step below and announced the arrival of the Queen and princess. Marie tried to pay attention to his words, but her mind spun with thoughts.
The crowd clapped and went back to eating, and Marie breathed a sigh of relief. The worst part is over… now we can have some fun, she thought as she wiggled out the jitters in her hands.
Marie stepped carefully down the steps of the platform toward a plate of chocolates that caught her eye. Despite how full her belly seemed, there was always room for chocolate.
While she was stuffing her face, a couple of fat ladies waddled over to her with their own plates of snacks.
The first was a familiar looking red haired woman in a green dress. Her belly was uncovered and white as snow. It was amazing that a girl that big could even walk. Marie guessed she had to be about 700 pounds just by the size of her belly and thick legs.
"I'm sorry, I don't think we've met." The woman offered Marie a hand. "I'm Marchioness Silvia, at your service, your highness."
Marie was a little surprised. Not only was there a super hot, super fat woman in front of her, but she was being addressed so formally. This wasn't some skinny maid. This was a noble. A noble she had seen at Charlotte's military parade only months ago.
"O-oh, Hi. I'm Marie. N-nice to meet you." Marie took her hand and shook it, but Silvia pulled her close and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Mmmm. You taste sweet… haha. You know I didn't realize Charlotte had a sister… especially one so thin. I thought Charlotte was supposed to be the skinny one."
Marie frowned. Even after gaining so much weight she was still tiny compared to many of the women here. At least Silvia didn't recognize her as the little chubby maid from before.
Marie struggled to find her confidence again. The cover stories she practiced with Charlotte seemed to vanish. "I-I don't know what you mean… I'm just a little thinner than some of the nobles here. I… I was busy."
"Oh, OK, sure. Well it's an honor to meet you, and if you can't finish your meal, feel free to pass it to me." Silvia smiled and left.
Marie was shocked. What even happened? Was she complimenting me or just insulting me formally?! How… How dare she?!
The chocolates were beckoning her again so she resumed eating, but the thoughts never stopped. Her brain chewed on every word.
The servants called for dinner to be served shortly, and Marie froze as she watched the fat ladies scramble for their seats. It was like a stampeding herd of elephants. She wasn't even sure fat women could move that fast, though she had seen what Charlotte was capable of. She waited for the stampede to finish before she took her seat.
She was seated between Charlotte, who was at the head of the table, and a pear shaped woman in purple dress and sleek black hair. Marie sighed. It was nice her brown hair didn't stand out as much as she thought it would. The woman was as big as Charlotte with more of her size in her rear. Her big butt made the extra large iron wood chair look tiny, with at least a foot of her spilling off either side. The wispy purple dress spiraled around her fat body, leaving plenty of gaps for her pale skin to shine through.
Marie took her seat, and suddenly her height, or lack thereof, was apparent. The woman in purple was still significantly taller than her. Not as tall as Charlotte but still tall. At least from the front she could see how her dress left her big belly free and exposed. Marie squished her own belly with both hands. Her dress was feeling a little tight already. What she'd give for a dress that gave her belly more room like that. She wasn't sure about showing so much skin to these people now, but maybe next time.
Marie saw Countess Olivia a ways down the table arguing with Marchioness Silvia. Olivia was in a similar blue dress from the day of the parade but sized up a bit. From their arguing, Marie heard that the black haired countess had finally broken 500 pounds, but just barely.
She turned the other way, to Charlotte, who gave her a smile and a wink. She smiled back. Things were going well.
The food was served, and soon,beautiful dishes covered the table. The variation and presentation was exquisite, with many different kinds of bread, rich butter, and a never ending array of cured meats, along with a similarly enormous spread of cheeses. Maids came to their sides, and Marie found the same blonde maid from before next to her. Charlotte had two maids on either side.
"Is there anything I can get you, Princess?" Daisy asked. The thin girl looked like she was about to explode with excitement. She occasionally glanced over her shoulder at the room full of enormous women as if Marie didn't notice.
"Yes I *Huff* do! I want some of everything!"
Daisy gave her a smile. "Of course my princess!"
Marie knew she shouldn't. She knew she was already plenty full. But she had to, she needed to. Her stomach strained as Daisy keeped bringing her more and adding it to her plate. Some of the breads were savory, full of oil and rosemary. Others were sweet. Rich buttery brioche left her fingers glistening with fat. As much as she was eating, it felt insignificant to some of the other women at the table. Still, she needed to try. Not just because she was a greedy pig, but Marie needed to prove she could keep up with these women.
Marie stayed out of the more political discussions that happened around her, but she was listening. Concerns of war loomed on the horizon, and many nobles were worried what that might mean for their food stores. Charlotte only half paid attention to them, but Marie could tell their words worried her.
Just as her belly felt the strain of her dress around her middle, maids started to remove the previous plates and bring out new dishes, some of which Marie had seen in the kitchen earlier.
"W-what? *Huff* but I didn't get to try all the cheese!" Marie whined.
"Don't worry your highness, that was just the appetizer, the first course is on its way."
"Oh *Urp* thank the Gods."
Meat dishes started to pile up on the table. Marie tried to lean forward but found her belly to be far too bloated to bother.
"Don't worry Princess." Daisy winked. "It's my job to reach for things for you."
Marie huffed and nodded, falling back against her chair.
The lady in purple spoke up with a rude tone aimed at Charlotte. "So, Queen, you seem to be quite unconcerned about the state of things. Annexia and the smaller kingdoms have been eyeing our lands since your father's time. His reputation alone keeped our enemies at bay. But they're getting the impression you are nothing like him."
She went back to eating the pile of food her servants had gathered on her plate without a change in her expression.
Charlotte ignored her for a long ten seconds before speaking up between mouthfuls. "They are *Huff* naïve if they think we are any less of a threat. *Huff* I will not hesitate to stop any who oppose us."
"Well if you say so. But some of us will keep our private armies close." She went back to her food and both Marie and Charlotte shrugged it off.
"That's fine," Charlotte said. "There's nothing to worry about."
The lady in purple gave a grunt through her bread roll and acquiesced. But Marie got the feeling she wasn't convinced.
Daisy filled Marie's plate with gusto, and the brown haired girl suddenly found it hard to push on. Perhaps her greed and gluttony could only get her so far. Her belly strained. The fabric of her dress felt like it was pushed to its limit just like her own skin. She widened her legs, but it didn't change much. Her bloated gut had already passed her knees under the table. She really was full, but she couldn't stop now. She looked around at the other girls who were eating like it was their last meal. A pit welled up in her stomach as she watched. They were all so big and fat compared to her. They gorged themselves like prize hogs, never slowing down or stopping for long. They simply couldn't be satiated. Their bottomless stomachs just continuously swelled to meet their needs. Marie couldn't help but feel a twinge spiteful. All these women did was eat all day. That's all they had to do. Just eat and grow bigger so they could eat and grow more. It was hot, but she deserved that more than they did.
This was everything she wanted. But she wasn't happy. It wasn't enough to just watch others eat themself obese. She needed that to be her. She needed to be as big as them. No. Bigger.
She looked back to her plate and found the strength to keep going. She wasn't going to let them get to her. She had to keep going. How could she ever stop?
"Hey, skinny, if you're done, can I have your butter rolls?" the lady in purple asked. Marie looked up at her in shock. How dare she!! Skinny?! I'm over 300 pounds! That's…
Marie felt her anger bubble over and she quickly grabbed as much off her plate as she could and shoved it in her mouth. Skinny! She called me skinny! She felt the pain stab her gut. She swallowed hard. The pressure kept building. She struggled for breath as the contents of her stomach dominated her torso. She felt the fabric of her dress begin to tear. She wasn't sure what it was, but she didn't stop eating. Bite after bite, handful after handful. Each one pushing her belly further and further. Bigger and bigger.
Thread after thread ripped itself apart as her belly pushed on, little by little. The pressure in her middle never subsided even as it shedded her beautiful clothes under the table.
Suddenly a loud thump shook her. The food on her plate hopped as the table bounced. Marie looked to her left, and her heart almost stopped. Charlotte's huge mountain of a belly, rolls and all, were lifted onto the table in view of everyone. The huge queen burped from behind her mass of belly and boobs as her two maids continued to feed her.
Charlotte's monstrous belly gurgled. Marie felt it through her own belly pressed up against the underside of the table. The other ladies ignored the display and kept gorging themselves as if nothing happened.
Marie itched her tight skin peeking through the side of her slowly disintegrating dress. How?! How could they all keep going?!
She gazed at the plate in front of her as Daisy continued to fill it. Marie grimaced. There was still so much more food! Daisy reached across the table, and her top rode up, exposing a pale, soft pudge. Marie smiled. She wondered how much longer until the curvy maid was as big as herself. Charlotte was such a good queen. She couldn't feel mad at her, but her gigantic belly on the table just reminded her how small she was. How right these women were.
She felt her anger fill her again. Thin?! I am not thin! I'll be bigger than all of them! She struggled to get her arms up, but she couldn't stop now. She just needed to finish what was on her plate. She couldn't give up now. They would never let her hear the end of it if they saw her quit now. Besides, in spite of all her stuffings up to this point, she had never been fuller than she was now. It hurt, and every part of her body wanted her to stop, but a part of her was just curious to see how far she could go. How full would she get? She had to find out. Charlotte was right, there was something about eating to this point. To the point she couldn't possibly eat anymore. Only to eat more. Knowing every calorie was only going to be added to her hefty frame. Only to make her bigger and fatter, so she can turn around and eat even more the next day.
Marie used her frustration and excitement to fuel herself. Just a little more! She ate on. Just a little more!
Little by little, she forced herself to keep stuffing her gigantic belly. There would be no rest, no pause, until everything was gone.
Her breath grew shorter as her stomach took up more and more room. It must have held 50 pounds of food alone. It still hurt, but the hurt was good. She needed more. Somehow.
Dishes started being pulled, and Marie gasped in relief as the dinner was coming to a close. She wiped the sweat from her brow and looked at the other women. Stuffed bellies peaked up above the table all around. The apple shaped Silvia leaned back in her chair and patted her gargantuan gut. The more bottom heavy Olivia was still eating ferociously, and Marie could see just how distended her middle looked, even with most of it hidden. The woman in purple and Charlotte were still going strong and steady without much distress. Marie worried if any of them had noticed how red and sweaty she was at the moment. How could they still look so calm?! She felt like she had just run across the kingdom.
Charlotte's gigantic belly groaned as the two little maids keeped feeding her the last of the peacocks. The wobbly mountain seemed to have no limit. Marie ogled at her gargantuan capacity. She was so beautiful when she really let herself go. The immense amount of food in her own belly begged her to stop. Her own eyes fluttered with tiredness. She was going to sleep well after.
Just as Marie felt the pull of the inevitable food coma, the sweet smell of dessert woke her.
Several giant cakes, along with countless pastries, piled onto the table.
As painfully full as she was, she couldn't help but feel at least a little bit hungry. Desserts were different from other foods. No matter how much she ate, there was always room for sweets.
"Ha~ more please…" Her hands reached out with grabby grabby motions.
Daisy smiled and brought a big slice of cake to her mouth, feeding her by the forkful. Marie felt her belly stretch just a little more. She felt like she was about to explode, but she couldn't stop now. She didn't want to.
"More!" she demanded. Daisy obliged.
Like a strike of lightning, Charlotte slapped her belly and giggled from pleasure. The big, fat mass groaned and sloshed with an army's worth of food and drink.
"Oh Marie! You gotta try this orange vanilla cake! Daisy, could you please make sure Marie gets some?"
The curvy maid nodded and Marie didn't even get to say thank you before she was packed with more.
Meanwhile the other women were downing just as much as Charlotte and looking royally stuffed themselves, with each one patting and massaging their bloated bellies. Marie felt a weird mix of aroused and frustrated. More food would help.
She felt the fabric of her dress tear a little more. She worried it was her own skin, but a quick pat reassured her. There would definitely be some stretch marks tomorrow, though.
Her belly felt absolutely massive under the table now. Her confidence swelled along with her tummy as she was fed more cake. Once they see this belly, no one will question me! Once the meal is over, they'll all gawk at how big this thing is! They'll respect me for sure! Marie licked the frosting from her lips.
Just a few more desserts were on their way as the last bit of frosting sank into her gut. Oh no… she thought. I really am full… I… can't do it… Her thoughts spun. No no no… I can't… I'm actually full! Damn it!
But Daisy arrived anyway. A bit of frosting on her own lips and her pudgy tummy peeked out of her clothes. "Last few bites, your highness!" Her words shook Marie to her core. Her belly rubbed hard against her thighs and the underside of the table. No, she couldn't eat another bite. Not even a single drop of frosting. Not even a single granule of sugar.
But she had to. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth. She'd come this far, she couldn't stop now.
She couldn't even taste it anymore. She was too focused on the immense pressure in her middle. It was like she was just going through the motions. Open, close, swallow, repeat. Nothing more. She felt her eyes droop. Sleep was coming. Her body needed to digest.
One more. Two more. Sleepy… three more. So tired… four more. Nap time.
Her eyes closed half way through a piece of cake and this time she started to snore. She had reached her limit.
Chapter 12
Daisy held her stuffed belly. It almost hurt to breathe, she was so full. The staff banquet was finally coming to an end. Next door was the nobles' banquet which had mostly wrapped up by this point, so most of the maid and service staff had scurried away for their own feast.
The blonde girl giggled. She was so riled up from the festivities of the day and fullness in her stomach that she felt like she was about to explode from happiness. Her uniform was already reaching its limit, but she didn't really care. Her belly was gonna do what her belly was gonna do. Currently it swelled out pushing her skirt down and her top up to her breasts.
"Mmmm… Happy tummy…" she muttered to herself as she softly drummed on her taut middle.
A darker haired maid tapped her shoulder. "Hey, if you're just gonna sit there, could you at least take care of these last three raspberry tarts? We got a lot of plates to take back, you know."
Daisy's blue eyes glistened and her tummy taps became faster. "Oh my gosh yes! *Urp* Gimme gimme!" she nodded.
The other maid dumped the tarts on Daisy's plate and patted her own bloated stomach.
"Gods I don't know how you do it. I swear you're as bottomless as those nobles. Better be careful or you're gonna end up as big as them!" She giggled.
Daisy laughed. "Oh don't be silly! Those girls were eating at least 10 times as much as this!" She gave her belly a satisfied pat. "This is nothing."
"Haha, if you say so! Working here has been hell on my waistline," she poked her own boated middle. "I'm jealous of you youngsters and your metabolism."
Daisy beamed. "Aw thank you. If you find any more treats laying around, feel free to pass 'em here! My metabo-whatever can handle anything!"
The maid smiled and nodded, moving down the table to check on the others at the table.
Daisy sat back in her chair and gulped down the leftovers as her compatriots tried to run around in spite of their own stuffed bellies. She let out a satisfied sigh. Charlotte was such a nice queen. She thought, rubbing her taut middle. And Marie wasn't half bad either.
Over 20 meat dishes alone filled her bloated stomach, and she couldn't be happier. Working here was a dream come true for the second youngest of 12. She was so used to getting by on scraps, but now she had all the food she could stuff her face with, plus two enormously cute girls to dote on day and night.
Her mind raced with thoughts of all those girls stuffing themselves with more food than she once thought existed. All those big, wobbling tummies swelling larger and larger, only to get fatter and fatter.
She smiled and scarfed down one of the tarts. This place was perfect.
***
The grand fireplace in Charlotte's room roared with the same intensity as her appetite. The multi tiered crystal droplet chandeliers cast shards of rainbows across the room. Towers of pastries and platters of snacks lined the walls and circled the bed as maids hurried around the pale, mostly naked queen and her princess. Charlotte's belly towered as the main centerpiece of the room. Its size alone was enough to grab attention away from any of the ornate decorations or confections. A red hue hung around her belly button with some veins just visible on her tight skin. It rose and fell with her heavy breath and juggled with every slight laugh she managed through the endless feeding.
Marie once again found herself eclipsed by Charlotte's shadow. Their two massive fat figures squished together on the enormous bed the two of them had made their home. There were two pale oceans of fat crashing together with their rolls like the breaking waves not far away.
It was late in the night after the banquet, and somehow, Charlotte was hungry again. Even after everything she ate at the feast she still found room for more only hours later. The giant mound of lard that once danced through the halls lay pinned under her own fat and overfilled stomach. Her rolls and boobs glistened with sweat while Marie tried to play with them.
Marie was so horny after everything that happened, but she was also exhausted. She could hardly focus on anything except the pain in her own gut and the embarrassment in her mind. Both of which were only making her feel more horny. Despite all that, with how much food was packed into her tight gut, she could barely move. Her belly felt as heavy as a boulder she just couldn't put down.
Marie tried to lift one of Charlotte's rolls, but the fat slipped over her sweaty fingers and flopped onto her thigh with a satisfying smack. Over the mountains of pale belly and breasts, Charlotte giggled through some chocolate frosting as she lazily reached for more from the pile of food on her nightstand. Her fat arm flailed as it knocked over a stack of doughnuts that tumbled to the floor. Maids hurried around them to clean up the mess. Marie glanced at them wearily, but she turned back to Charlotte. She was still getting used to all these maids around her at intimate moments like this, but she also didn't know what she would do without them.
"I-" Marie huffed. "I can't lift it. *Huff* your belly is too heavy…"
Daisy rushed to Charlotte's arm and gave her another slice of cake, then darted back to one of the many loaded tables around the room. The enormous blob of lard scarfed the offering down, and her sparkly blue eyes glazed over in bliss.
"Mmph more… I need more…" Charlotte said, waving her arm.
Without her clothes, Charlotte looked like she was almost melting, like a giant vanilla ice cream cake left in the sun too long. Her arms were so fat and round they must have weighed over 50 pounds each. What showed of her legs was rolls of fat all the way down and her ankles slowly being engulfed by it all. Her mound of a belly creaked and sloshed like an enormous ship of the line as Daisy worked her chubby butt off to keep it full.
Marie groaned as she fell back on the bed and rolled herself next to Charlotte. The massive fat orb that filled her middle ached like it never had before. You're so stuffed and useless… She smiled. She was definitely not a farm girl anymore; she was a proper princess. Now if only those fat nobles could see that!
She reached for her belly button and found it was still out. Her bloated gut hadn't changed much since she had woken up only hours ago after she had to be carried here by a team of bakers. Now she was still too fat and stuffed to do anything. She couldn't even pleasure her favorite girl. All she could do was listen as Charlotte was fed more and more by the pudgy, blonde upstart. It was hot–but infuriating. That used to be her.
Marie let out a whine as she carefully rubbed the new stretch marks forming all over her belly. "Oh gods… why did I eat so much…"
She squirmed against the whale of a queen she was using as a back rest. She wanted to pleasure Charlotte so badly, but it was just too hard to do anything but breathe. Even that was proving difficult with how much space her stomach took up.
"Yu wan som?" A fat arm wafted a large piece of cake in Marie's direction.
Marie took one look and cringed. An electric shock burned through her, she worried the calories from the smell alone would cause her to explode. "I- I can't *Uh* I just can't…"
Charlotte shrugged and returned the cake to her mouth. "More for me hehe~"
Marie's face burned red hot as she sank back into the pile of fat behind her.
Her hand snaked down along her own bloated belly. She had to at least take care of herself. Her overstuffed gut made it difficult to reach, but her fingers just barely fluttered at the edge of her fat fupa.
Her fingers danced across the underside of her taut belly as she came to a horrible realization. She couldn't actually reach. She struggled and stretched, but she couldn't bend forward any more without putting too much pressure on her middle. She was so damn close. How. How could she not? Oh Gods, I really did go overboard. She started to sweat.
She let out a slightly louder whine along with more blush. I'm so fucking fat… I'm… I'm so fucking full… tears fell off her cheeks. She wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or frustration but perhaps both. How?! I'm the skinny one! I was supposed to be in control…
The gurgling in her stomach distracted her mind. The noble's words from the dinner clashed with her own thoughts. But I don't wanna be the skinny one anymore. I'm gonna be big! Bigger than them! I'll show em what I'm capable of! I don't care how big I get or how much I gotta eat!
More aches and grogging came from her stomach.*Eeff* But maybe tomorrow… She tried to lean back further.
"Mmmmpf… oh Ah~ so full… Ah~ so good…" Charlotte's food talk shook Marie out of her head.
"Are you…" Marie huffed as she pressed into Charlotte a little more, cradling her belly. "Are you finally full?"
"No! *Huff* Never! To tell you the truth Marie I've never really felt full. But this is the closest I've ever gotten, and it's amazing! My stomach is so big I think I'm close! I've never had so much fun! Oh it's a shame we don't have banquets all the time!"
Marie giggled and rubbed her tight belly. "Ha~ I'm gonna explode if we do this again too soon… I can't stop myself…"
"It's so great isn't it?" Charlotte huffed between bites out of sight. "To just let yourself go like that? You looked like you were having so much fun!"
"I *Huff* was… but I was soo angry… They all looked down on me… and I passed out…" Marie cringed as she struggled to fight for breath. "But… I'm getting so big… But I'm not big enough. What if I get so big I can't do anything? What if I can't feed you again?"
Marie couldn't see Charlotte's face, but she could tell she was smiling.
"You'll be a big, fat, docile piggy like me! *Mmmph* It's just who we are!"
"I *Huff* guess so…"
"And you know the best part?" Charlotte giggled. "I'm not even half my mother's old weight! I can get so much bigger! Just you wait and see!"
Marie pressed her head into the pale wall of dough behind her. "Don't you have duties to do as Queen or something?"
"Who cares! Let's just *Mmph* have some fun!" The blonde blob of fat scoffed. "Daisy! More shortbread! My belly *huff* needs more!"
Daisy nodded with a smile as she hurried to one of the many tables of sweets around the room. Marie noticed Daisy's belly jiggle more than before under her tight uniform.
What a tryhard… She thought. A pain of jealousy stabbed at her heart as she looked down at her bloated belly and fat legs. Her eyes drifted back to Daisy and an eager drooling Charlotte.
"More more more! Feed me until I fill the room!" Charlotte jiggled as her arms flailed uselessly and Daisy hurried.
Marie looked on at the feeding. I hope she doesn't take Charlotte away from me…
***
Time passed, it was a new era for the kingdom though for most little changed. Still there was something different in the air. A youthful vibe that permitted the day to day. The Palace, previously just an imposing monolith in the distance at least, felt more lively than it had in years.
The foreboding blue towers now gleamed with a sparkle of joy instead of intimidation. Few still remembered the last time the palace shown with such radiance. Trade with the Palace increased as well as hefty sums of gold were exchanged for goods and, most importantly, food. Things could have just been taken, many knew that well. But the new Queen seemed more than fair when it came to prices. Many merchants now found themselves rolling in previously unimaginable riches. It wasn't long before well off wives, eager to show their increasing wealth, started packing on the pounds. It soon became all the more prestigious for a man to be seen with a woman at least twice his weight if not more.
The entourage of Nobility every month to the palace was appreciated by many in the surrounding towns. Savvy merchants and innkeepers advertised their food in hopes of snagging a major payday. With their large appetites and vast wealth, the providers rarely had to compete with each other. Though they did anyway to maximize profits so their wives could continue to grow.
Month after month wealthy nobles rolled into town, and each month they spent more than before.
Tales of women the size of cattle reignited across the land with many coming to the capitol to see the sight for themselves. More people meant more business, and soon things were livelier than they had been in decades.
Inside the castle, things continued to escalate. More food, more parties, more weight.
Banquet after banquet, the girls grew rapidly. Marie was always eager to show off just how much more she could eat for the noblewomen and how much larger her belly could get. She still felt nervous around so many beautiful and incredibly obese ladies, but her confidence was growing along with her waistline. But it was never enough for her, no matter how much weight she piled on or how much she packed into her ever expanding stomach. There was always someone at the party who was larger. She needed more.
More fat, more belly, more food, more everything. Every meal she left disappointed in herself. She was never going to be big enough for them. Or for herself.
She was increasingly demanding as her frustration and belly grew. It was never big enough no matter how hard the maids worked to keep the ravenous girl fed. When the banquets came, she found her size lacking. It was the maids who got the blame.
In spite of her negativity, she was making plenty of progress. Her belly stayed full at all times with a slight hue of red just above her belly button. She had such a round and rotund shape the maids started to call her butterball behind her back.
Marie found her legs thicken even more than she thought possible. Just one of her thighs was now thicker around than her waist on the day she started working here. Her old farm girl strength was a thing of the past now too. She struggled to just stand, and every day it got a little harder. She didn't want to do anything else but sit and eat, but every so often the obese couple would dress up and trudge on down to the throne room for hearings.
Marie hated it with every fiber of her being. To sit and listen to other people's problems while having only a few dozen pastries at her side to munch on was beneath her. The small assortment was never enough to subdue her appetite even after a big meal. Worst of all, she couldn't pleasure herself during those times, which made her extra grumpy. She found solace in the fact she got to see Charlotte looking all proud and regal in her extra wide throne in regal attire. Even if she preferred her with her clothes all the way off.
The thrones had been modified of course for their new occupants, with Charlotte taking her mother's wide silver chair as her own. Marie sat on a smaller thone where the silver one had been. Her seat was free of gold or silver but was covered in a striking blue that glistened in the light like Charlotte's eyes.
That was the only reason she put up with it of course. Charlotte. Her Queen. Her love.
It had only been a few years at the most, but she couldn't imagine life without her anymore. Seeing her beautiful blonde hair in the morning sun made her genuinely believe she was a descendant of the sun itself. In reality, she was just a girl like her. A very, very hungry girl with an unquenchable appetite and the world at her fingertips.
The silver throne fit her well. Her fat hips filled the seat like water, and her belly spilled out like rising dough. The sides of her belly swelled over the arm rests just a little. Not that she needed them, she was her own armrest. Her enormous breasts were wrapped neatly in her white dress with streams of fabric draping across her mounds of fat rolls. Where her neck used to be, a triple chin met the rest of her body. Her cheeks had also gotten softer though her face still seemed thin for how large she was. Her eyes as always, shown bright as stars and when the time demanded it, she could become rather intimidating, though that was rarely necessary.
Marie rarely paid attention to what went on during these things. She just wanted to get back to their room and out of these silly robes.
Her belly gurgled, and she stuffed down a fifth chocolate eclair. How much longer? She thought. Their midday meal had to be soon; even with a few trays of pastries sloshing around, her stomach yearned for more.
Tax and tribute was the topic of today, though Marie was struggling to find the will to care about anything besides her eclair.
As boring as it was, she would have preferred military movement discussions over this. There was a sense of unease in the air and on Charlotte's face whenever that came up. Marie at least tried to focus then. Fears about a possible invasion from the south and west had pulled troops out of the capitol and out to the border lands far away, something Charlotte had been very reluctant to do.
It was probably nothing anyway, Marie thought. Just petty distractions from the real meat. Everything inside this palace was her world; whatever happened out there was meaningless. She only worried for Charlotte. Bad news could stress her out, and Marie hated to see her worry. Later she would encourage Charlotte to eat while they snuggled. That always lifted her spirits. Two fat blobs, one nearly twice the size of the other, squishing together surrounded by pillows and food. That had to be what heaven was.
Finally the talking was done. Marie cursed under her breath as she anticipated the awful march ahead.
The slow trudge back to bed and food was longer every week.
Charlotte never brought it up, but Marie was dumbfounded that she didn't complain about it given her size. The enormous girl had easily grown another hundred pounds over the last few months. She had to be getting close to 1,000 pounds by now. The way she paused with each step as it shook the golden halls was proof enough. But her size… her booty had grown so incredibly wide and soft. It jiggled for minutes after she stopped walking, and the way the right side of her hip rubbed against the wall even with her arm extended left Marie gasping for breath before the hike.
At least she had a decent view that blocked much of the gold...
Marie was starting to miss wandering around the palace with ease. It had been so long since she had visited the hall of mirrors or seen the paintings in the other rooms. The slow wobble to and back from the throne room was exhausting enough.
Those places were beautiful, but she was long past turning back now. She didn't want to stop, but her own incompetence at something as simple as standing was frustrating her to no end.
Together Marie and Charlotte slowly trudged back to their chamber using the wall for support.
Marie glared with envy at the thin maids who scurried down the hall with ease, then back down at her 500 pound body.
"Gods… *Huff* what have I done to myself…"
By the time they got back, both girls were struggling to breathe. Sweat poured down Marie's rolls. Her legs burned, everything was on fire. She flopped down on the bed as she gasped for air. A twinge of pleasure rose between her thighs and under her belly fold. She was such an absolute pig. Such a weak, pampered princess. It was scary but also… hot. For so long she had only thought of this happening to someone else, not her. But now, she was less sure. Her embarrassment and shame only made it hotter. Was this normal? Was something wrong with her? She thought about it for a second, but it would have to wait.
"Char- *Haa~* why *Huff* do we have to walk so much? *Ha~" Isn't there a better way? *Haa~* If we get much bigger…"
Charlotte had already thrown her gigantic self onto the bed as maids buzzed around her like bees, some taking care of her clothes, some bringing her some much needed food.
"We could… *Mmph… Ah~* use the litter…"
"WHY weren't we using that earlier?!"
"Be- *Mmph* because I'd feel bad for the poor people carrying us!" she said. The maids wheeled in a towering cake close to Charlotte while another slightly smaller chocolate cake wheeled up to Marie.
"Come on! Hurry up!I'm starving here!" Marie snapped. "Charlotte, be realistic. *Ha~* if I have to walk that far a month from now…" She grabbed her belly roll. "I'm gonna have to be carried anyway. *huff* How have you not collapsed yet?!"
Charlotte only giggled through some cake. "I guess I'm just good at being fat!"